onemorepanic

With each step I wish for the path behind me to crumble. I feel vulgar and humiliated, base and vile. Everything enshrouded in a veil of misanthropy. The crumbling of my social circle and safety net throughout the year past cannot be undone and I'm securing the confidence to cemently state good riddance.

The ground's still wet, everythings a bit sticky. Not so sure how long anything good could last. A year past and with the New Year's arrival and it's past tense just sliming it's way across with the rotation of the next number. Winter's always a bad time for me, but as the last year has proven, Spring, Summer and Autumn can and will be just as bad. No more shall I blame the sun's distance from the earth.

I'm looking to arrive at a point, a place where I might thrive. The flora and fauna resides not in it's apt environment. Sickly thoughts of scavengers and fools, warriors breaking down, encasing themselves in shells of disorder adamant in their righteousness. No one stands along side me anymore, but who fucking cares when there's nothing but interlopers on the scene. The axis standing beside me in ally uniforms. Extroverts in secure rooms, distracting themselves in laughter, giggling and shitting themselves in dishonesty. Foul arrivance at companionship's dissipation. Dissapointments throughout and pervasive.
Apologies fail in the face of repetition.