Not spolied..But a little rotten.

4am
If none of this is real, then why do i feel this, what i have self assumed as what i call 'the static'.A presence in my life, i have nurtured and honed... like an old lover, who is not really wanted in the present, but it's imprint a stark reminder of it's historical scar upon oneself.Why, in my night, consumed with darkness.... but the mind's eye(here) is darker still. I ride along, and go further and further inside myself, oblivious to the sound of the lone car on the highway, oblivious to the track playing through my headphones, the sound of the voices in my head speak loud and louder still. And so softly i reside within, a hollow voice, i clench and grind my teeth and in the process, love myself less and less. This is the truth for now. I cannot lie.