Estranged Comments

pigmentation creeps quietly away, afraid to catch the white ghost chills of past decisions. i am a breeding ground of self-annihilation; of self-disrespect; self-hatred. murderous thoughts penetrate this once laughing mind; a backbone crushed to dust and dispersed among the breeze...at least this would carry me from this depressed glow.
i flow in and out of days aiming no where; finding that i have sold myself short, and in doing so, extended my days to foreverful pity. too social to sit alone; too picky to be a friend to many. too distraught to care any longer.

i feed myself sporatic euphoria, only to find myself chewing impatiently on the poisonous stem without a self-preserving thought.
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