Absent From What Made Sense Was The First Mistake

You give a moment of anxiety more guidance and pompous overture than you do to life as it passes you by at a rate you never realise until it’s too late, sacrificing everything for the demons that exist on the inside of your skull but have no real sharpe or consistency in the world that revolves like s bottle top in its death throes, wake up and see what you have missed out on while you were in your self imposed tomb or continue to suffocate until all is no more, until you are just someone else’s demon without essence…