The human condition is inherit claustrophobia.  [bad word] of my space [bad word]  
I would rip out my own entrails by hand just to be alone. 
Inanity rolls total through this sphere. 
Ostracized for clarity of vision. 
dream unrealized of solitude that I should descend into autonomy 
& know the pain of fellowship no more. I feel nothing but a lack of space.
Paradox of socialization results in duress. 
Rife with hostility, what has caused me so much hate? 
Humanity. Exterminate with extreme prejudice.