there are days where the need to crawl deeper inward to force the entirety of my wayward third eye to ignore the world of rabid regurgitation is the only emotion to pierce the veil of my insipid ignorance

today is one of those

the only comforting thought is to lock myself in the bare comfort of my cave to fall deeper into the tragedy that is playing out on the page

being consumed by a tale that is tearing the ragged bits from the tattered soul of the fool