this obsession of wanting to be right is just a denial of being wrong

 yes

you are lost inside your best paranoias

yes

you can not even realize your surroundings

among the certainties

so hollow

the deliriums of all species

the cravings

and the whole pain

so ignored with so many excuses

so filled with the best form of morphine

the immoral, raw, gradual

the only thing real you let yourself feel

you can not even see what is in front 

imagine through

your beliefs

this obsession of

wanting to be right

is just a denial

of being wrong

for this you can not accept

it is unbearable 

regrettable

impossible

to get into your flow cerebral

such a terrible

oh so horrible

probability

the kind that gives you retching

just by the trying of the thinking

will you notice someday?

maybe tonight

maybe next month

or maybe never

there is no use for expectations

oh how blinded

by the delusions self created

everything you can not swallow

will swallow you whole

when you least expect

everyday more, more and more

until the last drop of life

until you -maybe- scream 

"please

not

anymore"

yes

I can bet with you

this will be too little too late

yes

this obsession will feed off you

taking over as it is so plain to see

just as it is

little by little, then the bigger pieces

what will inhabit you

is what will take advantage of you

increasingly

even more than the hell you insist on enduring

in what became routine

bowing the head

to the authorities

without ever replying back

for reacting is not something you usually do

it looks like it belongs to you

and now fitting so well

one more thing you do not realize

what number are we in?

little by little, then the bigger pieces

the greatest integrity

until you will not realize who you are anymore

what will inhabit you

is what will take advantage of you

sneaking into your entrails

before the worms of the flesh

seven feet under

long before them

and your physical body is all that will be left for them

the others you were born with

already forgotten,

already left behind,

already plucked from the never-known root