Tales of Morbid Animosity and Leprous Worm-ridden Filth
Increasingly constricted by the tedium of existence, another drop in the
foetid ocean as I choke upon my fate. Life a turgid river barely
intersecting my stream of thoughts as washed up on hostile shores I
fight to regain my footing among the retardant souls who inhabit this
grim land, their trigger-happy psychological defences kicking into
overdrive like a well cranked Marshall.
Pain my only freedom, yet the chafing of its bonds all too readily
apparent as I stretch the limits until breaking point, no safety net to
catch me as I fall to new levels of despair with bated mouths like
yawning chasms devouring me whole.
The sanctity of life is constantly raped, the fuckers all around me.
Atop their soapboxes they vomit their platitudes in stinging sprays,
gut-wrenching torrents that corrode the virgin minds they sodomise and
inject with their putrid air-borne filth.
Life is a riddle, death the solution.