Deathscape
Closed in by the distorted world where lies are values and values have
no meaning, shut off from life by predetermined notions of 'everything
in its place'. Violence the only means of expression for this
inside-out vacuum where people are stifled until rendered unable to
express the nature of real love. Outward aggression gives the illusion
of respect but the real violence is that upon yourself.
Barbed wire impales my veins with the cyanide kiss of oblivion, freedom
from external mode-perception a new release into the eternity of the
unknown.
Here lies life tainted and ravaged by the meaningless struggle for
segregation from the manipulation of the mentally-devoid icons of
normality. Sleeping dreamlessly in death, the ending of pain the only
true beginning.