Project Will
Bluelighter
T+17:00:
I have completely lost it. Full brown psychotic with manic tendencies
and dillusions of grandeur. These chemicals have talken over. I am a
host organism to these drug bugs. Sucking me dry and leaving me for
dead. I scared Robby away. He scared me too. Complete and utter
confusion with gentle undertones of chaos and morbidity. I am a host
to these greedy and malicious free loaders, taking their fill with no
regard for humanity. There is little time left until they finish off
the marrow and cast me aside as waste. I fought and i fought, but to
no avail. For i have lost the good fight and must settle for bad. A
vessel to be used for quick and decisive action, I am losing my edge.
There is no hope for salvation, so I am to settle for a slow and
chaotic demise. The host. The carrier. The shell of a human left empty
from rapid brain melt and drug viruses, bleeding me for all my worth.
Cleaning out my confused and degraded shell of a life long forgotten.
Soon to be used up and left as waste. Burning damaged brain cells to
run back up generators. Fuel for the machine. Burning fast and bright,
a single flame with no hope in sight.
Fighting against myself with confused convictions of distorted truth and deliberate lies. Soaked in sweet alabis. Ignore the lows and chasing the highs, if you keep falling you are bound to rise, like dangerous flies
swarming the skies. I couldn't make up these lies. They are therefore
true according To the transitive properties at play. Calculating my
demise with cold mathematical certainty. Leave nothing to chance.
A full and total break from what Was and what Is. Sacrificing the heart
to strengthen the mind. Logic will eliminate the human experience
through undermining feeling and sacrificing hope. Nothing to chance.
All as planned. The human element is weak and must be ignored at all
cost. Nothing to lose and nothing to gain. A lost cause and deliberate
pain. Weakness is for the weak of conviction. To lack a purpose is to
lose sight. Where nothing is wrong and nothing is right. No margin of
error is acceptable, so sacrifice all for the greater bad. Abandoned
heart and clarity for a chaotic and free mind without borders or
boundaries. A temporary sacrifice that was made for me without my
agreement. For the greater good and greater bad. To clear a path or
follow the sign. Drink the poison and bite the lime. Where nothing's
alright and everything's fine.
This is a defense mechanism to ensure complete control without a
fight. I am at it's sick and safe mercy. Lose the heart to strengthen
the mind. Delusion at it's greatest. Auto pilot engaged, flying where
I am told. Weaken the weak and empower the bold. All sold to the
lowest bidder with no regard for humanity. Steel defeats skin. Logic
defeats emotion. Brain defeats heart. A sick, safe and comfortable
trifecta in play.
The battle is over for heart vs mind. Leaving your self and your morals behind. Burning the soul to finish the fight. Fuel the machine and do what is right. Burning fast and shining bright, a single flame with no hope in sight. Drink the poison, bite the lime. To chose a path or follow the sign?
Where nothing's alright but everything's fine.
I have completely lost it. Full brown psychotic with manic tendencies
and dillusions of grandeur. These chemicals have talken over. I am a
host organism to these drug bugs. Sucking me dry and leaving me for
dead. I scared Robby away. He scared me too. Complete and utter
confusion with gentle undertones of chaos and morbidity. I am a host
to these greedy and malicious free loaders, taking their fill with no
regard for humanity. There is little time left until they finish off
the marrow and cast me aside as waste. I fought and i fought, but to
no avail. For i have lost the good fight and must settle for bad. A
vessel to be used for quick and decisive action, I am losing my edge.
There is no hope for salvation, so I am to settle for a slow and
chaotic demise. The host. The carrier. The shell of a human left empty
from rapid brain melt and drug viruses, bleeding me for all my worth.
Cleaning out my confused and degraded shell of a life long forgotten.
Soon to be used up and left as waste. Burning damaged brain cells to
run back up generators. Fuel for the machine. Burning fast and bright,
a single flame with no hope in sight.
Fighting against myself with confused convictions of distorted truth and deliberate lies. Soaked in sweet alabis. Ignore the lows and chasing the highs, if you keep falling you are bound to rise, like dangerous flies
swarming the skies. I couldn't make up these lies. They are therefore
true according To the transitive properties at play. Calculating my
demise with cold mathematical certainty. Leave nothing to chance.
A full and total break from what Was and what Is. Sacrificing the heart
to strengthen the mind. Logic will eliminate the human experience
through undermining feeling and sacrificing hope. Nothing to chance.
All as planned. The human element is weak and must be ignored at all
cost. Nothing to lose and nothing to gain. A lost cause and deliberate
pain. Weakness is for the weak of conviction. To lack a purpose is to
lose sight. Where nothing is wrong and nothing is right. No margin of
error is acceptable, so sacrifice all for the greater bad. Abandoned
heart and clarity for a chaotic and free mind without borders or
boundaries. A temporary sacrifice that was made for me without my
agreement. For the greater good and greater bad. To clear a path or
follow the sign. Drink the poison and bite the lime. Where nothing's
alright and everything's fine.
This is a defense mechanism to ensure complete control without a
fight. I am at it's sick and safe mercy. Lose the heart to strengthen
the mind. Delusion at it's greatest. Auto pilot engaged, flying where
I am told. Weaken the weak and empower the bold. All sold to the
lowest bidder with no regard for humanity. Steel defeats skin. Logic
defeats emotion. Brain defeats heart. A sick, safe and comfortable
trifecta in play.
The battle is over for heart vs mind. Leaving your self and your morals behind. Burning the soul to finish the fight. Fuel the machine and do what is right. Burning fast and shining bright, a single flame with no hope in sight. Drink the poison, bite the lime. To chose a path or follow the sign?
Where nothing's alright but everything's fine.
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