Pathetic

My stomach is fucking rotting
The slithering entrails of self destruction
Creep a little closer to their own grotesqueness
As I break the fast with smoke inhalation and a caustic re-flux

May I allude to something with a little more kick-back ?
A subtle blast to an already mangled awareness
The cessation of a bodily decay that I can acknowledge
Comes as contrived as the fake persona I've come to adorn

Swallowing the pretensions I've hesitated to admit
The underlying denial of our own ignorance
How quickly we come to deny such a carnal rule
The universal "best guess" hidden in every single fucking word