Random-Deadly-Existence-Screwed

Forsaken, mistaken. That is the way I am. That's how it happened. I was left behind. My brain flaking. Unaware of my mind. I'm forever saddened. Bruising, I'm losing. My soul as quick as could be. Advocation of truth, I try to send. A left hand fashion statement. Realism that's soothing. There is a case, there upon my face. Of depression and hate. It's a question of mind. A part of fashion. The essence of my trace. A sensual form of passion. I'm running out of time. I see the rising moon, at "my noon." And I shun the sun. I am a blend of love and hate. Curse me and die!!! The end is coming so terribly soon. I may as well continue. The screwing of my fate.