promises of plight have manifested into a lump of organic humanity

left to desire the unattainable

unconsciousness as a lifestyle choice

failure.. as a scapegoat
indignity extolled as that's all that remains

inseparable in infinity
with ties to the greatest depredation

consumed, absorbed, excreted
as allegiances contorted to bring pity upon oneself

life as a conscience being
cursed with knowledge
and not blissfully ignorant

what to do as nothing matters
drunkenly stumbling as a fulfilling weekend

passions for unintended byproducts
as we all turn to dust so fuck it