Some choose their friends wisely, some choose isolation instead, some might mix the two, most throw those all to the few who think too heavily in their heads
Heavy was mine
Too heavy to contain
Hysteria met my libido
Calamity met my psyche
I was a simple man, meeting the simple requirements of a typical, nameless, speechless, worrying wreck like myself
Yet distortions of the highest form came to me like
moths to a flame
Their arms embracing me with enticed fortunes of sex, lust, and ferocious substances
Hedonism met my very being with further intent
A vicious cycle that I had no say in
Much to my disarray I would revel in such a change of form
Vowing I'd die twice over just to relive this feeling again