Ezra

His name was Ezra but you didn't and wont know him. An observant nihilist, pouring out vile play scripts in 400 word messages. Researching one's hyper-fixation so the insomniac has someone who he may believe will enjoy talking to him, rather than a constant concern of lack of interest in himself. Piss and cock and semen, ripped limbs and drum sticks Someone with a want for psychedelics, but no need for them, for his mind a wonderland, tripping on DMT. A hidden understanding in a monotone voice, only used to comfort and the occasional tangent. A musical genius yet will always prefer the company of harsh noise over another person, for he cant make his mind believe they will stay pouring into his head, ripping his eardrums. Drowning in self pity, the half-alive man rests under a blanket, eating a pound of raw meat, to build immunity. Sexual acts in exchange for one to take care of their corporeal form. A shoulder there if you need it, but the chest, weak and cold. Piercings attracting the magnetic ankles of those with a savior complex, or so he believed. Language used to its maximum capacity, yet a smile barely broken in. A type of thought process similar to that of an electronic, but the ideas stemming from it, usually were rather vile. Dismissing religion left and right, acknowledging the claustrophobic concept of fate. only for him to wave the white flag, due to a lack of effort, which wasn't unlike him to do.