KEN Mode
Messenger of Teeth
Struggling to remain stimulating
Struggling to maintain any kind of focus whatsoever
Struggling just to stay awake
Struggling to stay away
Let me wander, it happens daily
Though done so in the absence of pain
More-so flickering glimpses of emptiness and contempt
Perhaps this piece is the last door to close
Last muttered words, and last sequenced breaths
As for all intents and purposes you no longer exist
But neither does the man you once knew
And I'm done
This place no longer offers any solace
So this time we're passed due
Picking up the pieces, pushing onward
It's time to start anew