see, this is what happens when insanity holds back for fucking years, seamingly out of spite

easy enough to recognize this pattern.
it's dying.
it's "time" dissipating into
uselessness
a slow motion K.O.

futility of staring into futility

no point in pointing out
it ain't going anywhere.
entropy has had enough.

small pockets of affection,
not nearly enough for a life.