A mind in an obscure state - A scribble

See nothing,  all good looks bad. And the bad, worse than despicable. The feeling of having a head as hard as a stone. Hard to think. Fail to penetrate the dense gray almost solid cloud sitting in the mind. Stiff state of soul filled with nothing but anger. 

Unreasonable, irrational waves of thoughts swirling around like a merry-go-round. 

"Are you desperate?" a voice from within

"If you are desperate,  there is a way to end that " continues the voice.

In a decision box the soul is left. 

What next???