Dysphoria rising

sintered across the bleak star, torn away from the inside out, poison coursing through me, once again. turning my words into venom, the primitive ghost returning. sintered across the bleak star, losing myself in the despair, fractaling inwards and out, bulwarked in pain. fear becoming my better, a hollow husk returned. sintered across the bleak star, it calls to me homeward, to a dying single dying moment, where I am entombed. sintering the bleak star, in a futile attempt at relief.