Holy shit, it’s the whole thing.

Love.

Who are you? A languid fool, lost in a sea of lament, a broken and angry fool. Make no mistake, it is over, there shall be no purchase for your wicked lot, these are your final moments. I encourage you to engage me, tell me your vision, I am easily found. You will not, because you cannot, for your soul is overwhelmed with capitulation, for I fact there in no you.

There never was.