Self-Poisoned

I can feel the synergy that rushes inside me everyday.
The fragile art of surviving
Fighting each day, each second with self.
I quietly breathe the effluvium of the brunt me.
Inch by inch obliterating the person who I was.
I walk through the ruins,all charred cognitive.
Cyanide Christ thriving on me.
Marshalling to chafe all, to make I a new man.
So determined,so obstinate.
To led a life like others.
Not trying to think about the fragments, that was once me.
I plagued them all.
Solitude scares me,
I seek chaos,a new order dissonance.