Enjoying the horror of
your schizophrenia as if it were a divine sort of fashion, a manner of
post-modern superiority over those who still have the ability to recall, to
emote. One day you will wake up frozen in your self and have no where to
go for everything will appear as iced too.
The games of
seductions will appear thoroughly emptied, it will be the expanse of your
own falling into an abyss. You may come out free
or without an essence of self.
A hungry ghost, mad shadow