I can’t be conventional, can’t be unconventional. What does that make me an outsider, a freak, a psychotic?
Plagued with a deep, sunken heart, fleshed stripped away by prejudices of another man. Human eating human. I am drowning in my own society, unable to detach myself from my flesh and bones. To have the hands choking my neck, pried open; my lungs fully expand and inhale into a lifeless cage of insecurities. I fool your aesthetics, I am of human nature, but your being deceived. I am not another emotionless skeleton, my eyes are for seeing the horrors of this cruel world, my ears for hearing the cries of innocent humanity lost within the selfish needs of others, my hands bleed for those whose blood no longer occupies their bodies. I am lost within the world but found only by myself.