The weight. The weight of the world…is on my staled hermetic…breath. The weight of the world. The weight. Violent alienation contorted in the self. Spinning constellations of purged meanings clot into suspension. I will deflect reflection unto the absurd. Metaphysical urges drown into convulsions. My curse encapsulates organic splinters of imbalances. Grasp finitude burst into eternal conscious struggle. The man has creeped into existence. I am my own nemesis. I push my skull into the dust. Where does my help come from now? Devoid of end, no genesis. The weight of the world is on my staled hermetic breath. You are my witness – sickness unto death.