Searching for deeper meaning,
I collapse into myself.
I hereby announce a hollow exchange of words.
Layers of blunt repulsiveness weigh down recovery.
Self ridicule is a constant concern.
There are no enemies except those that my subconscience chooses to fabricate.
For the benefit and safety of others, of course.
Read between the lines.
The pleasure is mine.
But please regard the warning: I am undefined.
This is a hopeless gesture for some.
Though I admit to exaggerating, I will not admit to persuading.
I do my best to elude the mass.
