Stare into oblivion,
a narcotic stimulated nightmare,
a wasted millennial
with a begging bowl of despair,

A career in his head,
under construction, he says,
caution, no vision ahead,
the only story he plays,

Obsessions with the past,
tied to splintered ends
memories amassed,
which ones will he defend?

He indulged in virtual therapy,
a waste of time,
followed by lyrical obscurity
regret with a rhyme,

The addictions that he embraced,
were bound to stay,
a chaotic mind that tried to erase,
the virtues that pave his way,

He dreamt of his desires,
and how they faded away,
all that he required,
was hyper depression to end the day.

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