adrena

double the weeks passed

my masterpieces agreed upon
on the
ontological instability of personality
and things are not so easy
steeped in grotesquerie
and a false stepped
slip into madness
"the protagonist is lost"
(I am weeping to myself here)
"my heroes gone, my victims, the antagonists escaped their cells"
a shabby desire for success
in some common distasteful,
common humanity in my lost mind
forcing a perception
despite, inspite of our common repugnance
as consuming machines
no longer split between good and bad
polarity is out,
binaries a thing of the past
more or less authentic
"do you bleed when cut?"
rudimentary comparisons
moral scruples of the herd
meant to disguise
our human needs
in being human beings.