CONTEMPORARY RANDOM

If its not one thing it’s another that pulled me into this dreadful world of darkness filled with music that burns the ears and
I just can’t seem to escape these evil melodies possessing my soul to dance in this ceremony.
I find myself participating in these kind of things so many times I get lost in it that I became its flesh that it devour every chance it get.
“It” what is “it” - I don’t seem to know. All I know is that I’m dying from it and its slowly taking over me without my permission. I think I will surrender to it.

I kinda stop believing in words that suppose to make me feel good. I feel that its just there to either mock me or make fun of me. Heck even words I’ve written, I’m starting to doubt it’s meaning and emotions behind it. Are they real? Or am I jus mocking myself. They’re very nice inspirational words but what the heck I’m not feeling any better than drinking my cup of non sweeten coffee.