Too Much Tumultuous

I can't quite remember how I got here It apprehends my vision, apprehends my senses my hiding places are very well hidden and there's no way to stay this maddening day from my vision. All the tensions created by hollow past and freshly minted beating heart devolves into a relentless friction insistent upon being first to dine my past and future lives exist simultaneously in contention What remains when I forget myself except this fraught heedless destruction; bitter solitude; angst without a reason pity and shame, and dullness of perception It comes from a place so deep that even in my reluctance I cannot prevent these floods of dark emotions from spilling over into rivers of deception I live trembling before my own regressing hatred A trap of mindless self obsession A poor fate that is soon to be forgotten knowing that one day this will all be over, and just one step too far will never be forgiven It's plain as day I am begrudged by fate and if I thought a single difference it would make I'd offer my condolences, or is it apologies? Either way it's all a little late. Oroboros wrapped around the world or is it just around my heart? Slithering from one day to the next I'd say what's on my mind but there's no one there to listen