3 cups of water. 1 tsp pepper.

4 cloves of garlic and some more crap from your recipe paper.

After sweating over the stove for an hour,

You fucked up. How did the dish get so fucking bitter?

Endless analyses over decisions,

You harbor only the best of intentions,

Never wandering beyond any lines,

Life still became goddamn insufferable.

Fix them, fix them,

Your psyche screams and kicks in,

Your mistakes were stupid and simple, but shit,

When did they get so insolently irreversible?

Inner mayhem, your painful penance,

Your draconian critic is in attendance,

Boiling, simmering, raging and roiling,

Skewed the stew towards an ugly countenance.

Intervene and rain over this searing sensation,

Stop, stop, stop, this limitless compilation,

Of regrets and 20/20 retrospectives,

Can you save yourself from your own reflection?

From the self-created horror, you are suffocating.

From the consequences of your ignorance, you are slowly deteriorating.

Paradise, dreams, and love, are perverse alternates

to hell, responsibilities, and human behavior.

For what can be better torture than to hope for beautiful things,

in a kingdom reigned by bad luck, uncertainty, and ego superior?