Bitter.

Super human decay that wanders the streets with cannibal intentions,various forms of light blind the soft whispers of neon.When we stop seeing the truth we recognize the supertruth. Men, created equally, with equal distances between hearts and mouths.Slavery within bivouacs created from dread.A susurrus rises in our headsas a breath rises in our chests.All we've ever known of freedom is within these moments.