Rotting

It comes without forewarning like a lighting strike in a broad daylight. The euphoria changes in a moment to an unexplainable feeling of despondency and rot. The impressive feats that I’ve imprinted in my existence suddenly means nothing. I am nothing but a rotting chunk of flesh waiting for her impending death. I’m brewing a cauldron of self-loathe, abhorrence for humanity and my entire existence. I could dance in the zenith of euphoria but once dragged under, I am incapable of swimming to the surface of this abyss of despair.

I talk to them with the widest smile and sunshine, whilst drowning in the black void. I’m at two places at the same time. I’m rotting and I hope they can’t smell my reek of decay.

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