[Opteron_Man]

Originally Posted by Unimatrix 00

I stare down into the gaping mouth of my handbag
The eyes are standing on a cliff, a tipping point
Shapes emerge, engulfed in black matter
What do I want, what do I need?
None of this is relenting
It never stops
I need to get out
But how?

(Metaphor for general feelings)

Not bad uni!