obscure pleasure

Music: -nothing-

is there reason for much else anymore, everything seems so distant and i feel so.. undesribeable. oh, how work plunders and putrids my thoughts, im so tired.. but all i want is to just decay and fluid into ruin like shivering dust under starlights. People are starting to become nothing more than a undesired pleasure of talking and such, ugh.. this world is becomming putrid of self loathing and liars.

i want to play in the belly of the demon underground, and bury myself in selfish desire.

maybe soon enough, i can express myself to someone where i does not shall feel denial in myself to be honest, and take off my mask i wear infront of everyone to hide the nothing inside of me. Give me time.