Subconscious is your shallow existence.
Crucified by your insecurities.
Convulsing to your stagnant remains,
Tursed inside out,
Sucking on the emptiness of one another.
Calculated interaction,
Molding a shallow expression.
Faking a picture on contest,
Not seeing past the barriers you create,
Inside yourself.
It's dark in your mind.
And your aim is blind.
Eternally devoid.