Watching the Insider and Hating Me
This useless matter of consuming space, time, and air... Smite this waste ! Ignore this creature of deviant nature...! Look at this thing !... Get rid of this creature! Let this sinful being devour itself because no one cares nor sees this rightful judgement.
I Hate this crowd! This herd of Pharisees! They gather around their perfection.
For now time cuts my skin over and over again like a razor it slices through my being never ending nor giving mercy. I hate this rush! This zoo! Let me be that animal that gets sick and destroyed from this display ! I’m the one they walk by and ignore and I’m the one that they’ve seen before. I’ve lost my flavor and I’ve lost my color. There is no color in my soul.. It is black, empty and tasteless
9/28/06
Copyright © Matthew Robison | Year Posted 2008
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