Micolus the Colossus

I thought that maybe I had changed. I thought that MAYBE for once in my life, I was on the right path. But it turns out that everything is the same as it always was... the same monologues, the same headaches, the same worries

an immobile blob of putrid FUCKING shit.

I thought I was different, yet they treat me the same. All of them. Not even good enough for mother's milk, they said. Where will that take me now?

A new era will begin? No, the era will just continue

Just keep going in this insane fucking rut...

Slowly rotting away... thoughts gnawing on my brain

I need to cleanse myself of this POISON

disgusting

yet so wonderful