AnimusLapsus
Isolate Ecstasy
- Apr 14, 2025
- 50
The solitude is overwhelming. I am so lonesome and morosely, I feel physically sick. There is a holocaust eating me from the inside out—loneliness has consumed my soul and buried itself in my bones. This conflagration is chipping away at my core, blazing my foundations into oblivion. The fire grows hastily—inch by inch—until I am nothing but fodder to fuel the inferno. I have gazed long into the darkness of the abyss, and all I see now is a reflection. My pain has manifested into something tense and palpable. I have nobody. I can't stop crying. I'm feeling frenzied, forsaken, and disoriented. I don't know what to do.
