and if i tried to explain why i failed my expectations of the end, i would probably only fail again. for words are hard to come by and no ones understood anything ive said. especially when they seek the end. and i want to know why in my dreams ive sailed a thousand seas but still i cant believe the things ive seen. my eyes were covered. the hands were mine. i cant trust myself anymore. i cant save myself anymore. i cant warn myself anymore. i cant see the truth anymore. ive been poisoned by all the lies. fallen from my dreamscape. my worst opinion my greatest foe. ive fallen from my will to be. the drug is that of comfort with where i am with what ill be. and comfort will be my greatest defeat... every vessel needs a captain and all good captains love the sea, but if the water is poisoned would the captain cease to be? while talking to my angels i was accused of lying and then i drank the poison and my angels died.