Everyone reaches that brink,
An unholy deep

And all you can do is think,
Seeing perversion, disruption

Hack and tear and steal from your consciousness.

We all see a glimpse of individual breaking steps:

Some indulge in self-destruction,
Battering and overloading all their senses,
Destroying themselves from the outside to within.

Others shatter
into
tiny
fragments of
themselves,
transforming from
human
into their
sin.

A few ex-ploooo
ooooo
oooooooode
instead, Bursting
with emotion, a tragically beautiful mechanism
Unleashing a destructive cloud of unmaintainable
Horror and despair, a
cocktail of a certain
and near
doom.

The last ones, a pitiful group, ironically, implode.
These ones, my hearts cries for. Their mode,
Slowly eating them away, inside out,
demented and unforgivable pain.
Beneath a brave and brilliant
facade, internal damage
leaves a mere husk of
a daily phenomenon:
humanity.

Pity the living, for the dead feel nothing.