Braced inside the womb of a severed conclusion

My capacity for self-loathing as reached its limit line and I'm scared that the lack of morality coarsing through my blood stream will continue down its path of destruction. You say you coddled my lungs when gasps for breath became limited but I should have known, underlining, you were building up creditabilty so you could cash in. Now you infiltrate my concious state, feeling deprived of an emotional connection, I am not willing to give. Even your quizzical ignorance is starting to ware on my patience.

I ask you not to expect what you commanded of me. The abduction of my confidence was enough to set up a concrete wall between myself and your facade of a reality. Even though I keep trying to convince myself that your masking your own miserable indescresions by pointing out the cracks in my structure. Deep down, you know your showcasing mental incompetence. Which makes me feel a slight amount of empathy for those still willing to embrace your illogical nature.

But it's the potency of the acid that trickles from your mouth, that convinces me my path in life is in opposite direction of yours.