cornered beast

recent times have tweaked my inner switches, near misses, faulty gears and disorganized fears. i cant seem to hear that inner voice that shouted truths over the noise of distraction, my dissatisfaction of the lack of action that fails to take place sets in motion this corrosion of the mind that follows with a lazy body. and while the masses sip from frothy mugs, corporate thugs justify the means to an end, shakes your hand, calls you a friend, i sit in a corner with bloodshot eyes and a nervous tick. from across the room i see the sociopath unleash his wrath, passive aggressive, slicking his hair back as a charming gesture, he escapes your measure blinded by pain disguised as pleasure. but thats just it right? look around, everything's an extension to buy time. buffering between sufferings, your next fix, your next freak, whats it exactly that you seek outside from yourself? affirmation? acceptance? stimulation? inebriation? temptation? repentance? a shortened sentence from this hell? please do tell because your guess is as good as mine.