So imminently visible, this cloaked innocent guilt. Sentenced to a lifetime, a second of structure chaos. Trampled by the ferocious, raging crowds of solitude.
The feeding frenzy of my starving soul, gnawing voraciously at the bones, the exo-skeletal patchwork protecting my own reflection within. The twin-and-same engaged in the mirrored act of chewing away at the shell of my attacking self. The paradox unseen.