I feel no empathy towards the greater society

I experience no stimulus from keeping my belly full

I am simply complying to the motions of human life

I don't feel like myself anymore

tired, naps have become an escape to where my dreams frighten me

but I'd rather ache from lucid traumas than factual affairs

I have not brushed my gums in three days

There's no point when all I consume is rotten fixations

I have not showered in two days

Too much energy just to slip into my crumbled folds of a bed

I have not cried in weeks because emotions are a past inconvenience

I have an idea of how to put the puzzle together yet I fail to grasp the concept of preservation

and simply, because of my condition, I surrender.