My life is a scissor pale zigzag.
It goes from bad to worse to fucking amazing.
It’s a spiral road into infinity and back.
It is the worst possible trajectory you can imagine.
A hell-hole that promises cheap thrills.
only instead of making you feel any better, it only consolidates the promise that things are only going to get more difficult and fucked up.
You want to sit and chill the fuck out. but nobody gives you the freedom to do that. you’re in this cage of a system. pumping shit through, in and out of you. It’s one big fucking vacuumed vortex of pressurized shit that only gets heavier and heavier as time passes by.
things get distorted. visions get blurred. paths are not clear anymore. you can’t remember where you were five minutes ago. you’re fucking confused and you don’t know where the fuck you are anymore. you’re spinning through space and time at several miles an hour and you cant feel anything, and yet you feel so much at the same time, its nauseating.
Before you know, you’re being packed into a little tube one millimeter square big and pumped through the universe at the speed of light. it’s disorienting.
you don’t know where you’re going.
You’re Lost. You’re Lost.
When The Gloom Kicks In.