The Toxic Shock Mountain Blues

It feels comforting,

Apathetic until a situation reaches a point of extreme despair.

Merciless, the story goes and it feels great to never really be here,

I am morally culpable,

And you only have the slightest idea.

Paranoid about the evolution of my feelings,

Or lack there of, could take.

I'm a walking contradiction.

So I lick the nipples of perfection,

Turn around and bury my face in the belly of the beast

Or wherever I think it belongs the most