Redemption &.’ salvation are mere mirages, empty promises for the feeble. No radiance can penetrate the stifling abyss I’ve willingly embraced. True—fortitude is not in the capacity to rise, but in the defiance to remain sunk. (July ‘9th): I cloak myself in my wounds, each a mark of the unrelenting warfare fought in the “recesses of darkness”.

They believe they “comprehend” it, but they don’t. They never will.

Everything moves 'slower, like (time) itself is caught in a tangled mess 212, refusing to move—forward.