A soul’s expectations

…….Teetering on the edge of insanity, but it’s no sense in going back, something must of wanted me gone, cause my bags were already packed; I refused to be nature’s pawn, couldn’t achieve synthesis because of that, because of eternal emphasis self regulation was to the max, it was the subconscious that told me to pay attention to all of that, I can sense, it sensed, poisons in the food and words that were being stacked, blood trickled down the side of the mouths and belly of the hydra up to bat, just one of the odious hideous monstrosities I’ll have to deal with every time I come back.