The Toxic Shock Mountain Blues

It feels comforting, apathetic until a situation
reaches a point of extreme despair
Merciless, the story goes and
It feels great to never really be here
I am morally culpable
And you only
You only have the slightest idea
Paranoid about the evolution of my feelings
Or lack there of, could take
I’m a walking contradiction
So, so, so, so
I lick the nipples of perfection, turn around
And bury my face in the belly of the beast
Or wherever I think it belongs the most