Decay

Caged in the chambers of familiarity. Domestication hasn't led to any tameness. What has it led to? Isolation. Isolation of oneself in safety. In comfortability.

Every minute passing by with every piece of beauty escaping.

Confined to what the mind already knows. A stunt in growth. No new segments to contemplate. Only fear of being exposed.

We won't shed the old skin. We just let it decay. Decay until it's too late for regrowth.

Reactive conditioning. Cursed mortal anguish. Decaying.