Trilobeth

A complexity born but not realized, the one i never had, as pain seeps through my skeleton, unleashing a desire to be reborn, and this time keep my mind, How do you repair something so broken, in pieces, the very fabric of existence, all alone, you are me, as, i am you, it is clear to me we have no place, impenetrable, a hidden genocide of the new order just biding nothing in particular to do trying to ignore what all the other people around you do to come to life again in a moment of clarity hunted by... trying