put my forty in the freezer cuzz im going to get bent tonight

I remain vapidly stagnate, indolently lost, self-destructively regressing to ill forms of managing the ferocious, virulent fiend that depravedly seeks escape from the shackled walls of the grimy, putrid caverns in my heart. My energies have exhaustedly grown weak in futile efforts to secure this ego absorbed monster, whose sole motivation is to slowly devour me with malice and lechery, from busting free.

Sadly, I have no other means to cope with the incessant wrestling with this internal demon, but to drown the harrows with cheap boozes and legalized scheduled two pharmaceuticals, which usually renders me in a demented blackout state. All other forms of coping have proven to be pseudo remedies and counterfeit solutions.

Woefully, death doesn't even offer reprieve as it taunts with a haunting and unnerving uncertainty. With not even a peak behind the formaldehyde curtain, I'm fucked. So, I must abjectly choose life. My internal reservoir of life sustaining resiliency is running low. Luckily, however, I have enough strength to hold this bottle of malt liquor tautly, forging down the bleak path of insecurity to make it through yet another dark day.