King of the Hill by Virgo Phoenix

This gnawing burning squiggle of an emotion that streams through insipidness; speaks in the space where my gut meets the churning locket of despair.

Alone, I reach for connection through the waves of impersonal electronic communication. Dopamine receptors fired to the infinite oblivion of overwhelming noise and nothingness.

I desire nothing for nothing is within me.

King of the Hill by Virgo Phoenix