Grey matter and white matter fading into an infinite expanse. Tell me the truth that conceals the lie. Remember me, my friend...no forget it. With perfection beyond me and failure ever imminent, I concede and walk voluntarily to the gallows, and the floor goes out from under me. Languorous death comforts through idle meditation. What has been done? What was to be done? Should've...could've...would've...as around and around I go, dangling from the ephemeral worth of regret.
Thunderous roars from the peanut gallery cheer me on. "Loser!" Indifferent reality ripped from the insecure arms of sanity - one last breath, one more tear left to be shed. My friend, forget me, and remember who I would've been. Here's the addendum: burn the recollection once you construct it. Save nothing, let it all slip away. Grey matter and white matter embraces sweet oblivion; here I go, go, go...to paradise I go.
Artificial paradise erodes, unable to withstand a vociferous knock on its fluffy door, and implodes. Spiraling all the way down to reunite with my brother-twin; Hades, you old dog, how do you do? Where's the booze at?
