Ouroboros

How much of your creation is anchored in destruction?
How much that you create is merely made for consumption?

Trying to choke out the man brain
Being human is exhausting,
I'm open to suggestion
If anyone has a way of stopping
The constant analyzing of mundane content I'm being forced to binge
I've been ducking into corners
Contorting this exquisite corpse
In a feeble attempt to live

Why does happiness elude me so?
And is it just a myth?
How do I learn
To enjoying living in the moment
When the ones before and after it are shit?
I've grown comfortable putting this mask on
But they can still see the expression in my eyes
Something in my present is past wrong
So my presence in the future
I already regret and despise
I despise. but
Lord knows
I've tried to strategize
Synchronize, prophesize and optimize my time
It all falls away in the face of truth
And feels like lies
So I despise

How much of your creation is rooted in destruction?
How much of what you create is made merely for consumption?

Consume. Regurgitate. Repeat
Consume. Regurgitate. Repeat



Credits
Writer(s): Zachariah Milhorn
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