Adapted from an unknown author and it makes so much sense. If I knew of his existence I think I would drown for him and his words.
This left me thinking : The dark abyss of the world, within holds the people that stirs thoughts in your head and leave us climbing, climbing to an endless crevice humans seek comfort in. And slowly we are dilapidating ; Slowly we are self-consumed.
Author's :
" The dark abyss is somewhat unsettling, it is mysterious, gloomy, rather like my mind ; however I was never taught that this abyss would be the death of me, that it's unknown could be filled with hate and expectations that are never too impossible to meet ; "don't do that, you won't fit " that longing to eat has since forth become obsolete, the desire to be praised is now craved, my mind is now occupied with the thoughts of others, teeming with the need to be demeaning to lovers, how can anyone live this way? My thoughts cannot be contained ; they can be seen as if laid out like a buffet, surely I can't be self-obsessed, my mind isn't my own, let alone discerning myself, my mind needs to be fleshed just like a carnivore needs to eat flesh, this thought is consuming me alive , to be self-obsessed is anything but divine, this idea must be why it's true, this thought that has since forth driven my life, is a sign of hollow apparition, my mind has fully consumed me, leaving no room for improving."
Can I put an end to them.
Can I Stop being self-consumed.
Because those thoughts,
it hurts.
xx,
Damp.
