I want to feel numb, drying, rotting in the sun. Like a worm on the concrete, this overwhelming feeling of defeat. Crawling to my death is bittersweet, embracing this death I am complete. I am rotten I am forgotten Embracing my trivial fate, my worthless being is just a state. My consciousness is drifting through life I am an empty husk, death is the only thing that I lust. I will never understand what is wrong or right I want to feel numb, drying, rotting in the sun.