Sink in the quicksand of self pity,
Relish in your masochistic interior.
No negative too trivial or controlled,
Existence has done this to you.
Pumping poisonous, cycle.
Evaporates any motivation.
Gold is all tin to that perceiver.
Alchemy of pain to revel in.
Heaven a harem of delusional relations.
Figurative self flagellation of held images.