this is my fall from hubris, the inability to communicate due to complexes, feelings, and delusions

the last time I gathered the fortitude and energy, my dormant efforts were shamed.

I've learned both my lack of focus and security and I'm progressing on both at the expense of my friendships

Wize left his mic at my house after a day of no progress in learning technology

even at this moment I'm fighting the rip current that is my distraction and obsessions

every instance of my self-proclaimed glory goes forgotten due that incessant torrent of silence and depression

one of the many reasons for my name is my disbelief in having a lasting impression on anybody

my earlier addiction to epiphanies has left me nothing but wiser and isolated

murderous fantasies have made me realize the importance of eating on schedule

I predict that my appendix will explode within the year, causing my untimely death

The hatred from those who've died is something of which I'm no longer impressed

I'm actively attempting to leave this life from the influenza virus,

however I'm taking precautions against it because I'm not going out like a coward

Recently it has been brought to my attention that I'm absent of expression of emotion

The cause being the vast majority of my time being spent by myself

These holes in my skin belong to me and no one else

at least for the time being, I wouldn't mind a mutual custody if it was someone who could bear the frozen storm

my constant battle between me, myself, and the norm

I wish I wasn't selected, death as a cell doesn't even count as a statistic

every movement I make I cross infinity

why is this happening, why am I alive

the rapidly swimming cells don't know it's the winner who gets the worst end of the deal

At least I don't wear a fedora.

I have enough sentience to acknowledge the bad man's land

openly disregarding ignorance is the universal suicide ticket

I made this beat as an imitation of a sample

we're all fighting sleep, we're all fighting sleep.

I'm ashamed of my past because I have no past

we're all fighting sleep, we're all fighting sleep.

I don't recognize my handwriting and I can't read my own voice

we're all fighting sleep. we're all fighting sleep.

I've been on the brink of tears for the past 18 decades.