WE LIVE IN BRICK HOUSES WITH
WHITE PICKET FENCES AND
SMILE LIKE WE'VE GOT THE
ENTIRE WORLD IN OUR HANDS,
BEGGING TREMBLING SHIVERING
FOR A TASTE OF SOMETHING MORE;
MAYBE SOMETHING SWEET LIKE THE
LOVE OF OUR MOTHERS
OR MAYBE SOMETHING BITTER LIKE THE
DISAPPOINTMENT OF OUR FATHERS.
WE LIVE IN BRICK HOUSES AND
SETTLE INTO A DESPICABLE CYCLE
OF SELF-LOATHING AND
GREED AND FEAR LIKE A
GODDAMNED WASHING MACHINE;
IT GOES ON AND ON AND ON,
REPEATS UNTIL WE ARE
WEARY TIRED EXHAUSTED
AND SOAKED TO THE BONE.
IT CONSUMES EVERYTHING
AROUND US IN A MAGNIFICENT
FLAME -- FOR WE ARE NOTHING
IF NOT MAGNIFICENTLY
SELF-DESTRUCTIVE --
UNTIL ALL WE'VE GOT LEFT IS
OURSELVES.
THEN EVEN WE ARE NOT SPARED;
WE SET IN UPON OURSELVES
AND EACH OTHER
EATING OURSELVES THIN AND
SCRAPING AWAY AT OUR INSIDES
WITH JAGGED TEETH UNTIL
WE HIT BONE.
(SOMETIMES WE DO NOT STOP THERE.)
WE DROWN IN OUR MEDIOCRITY,
IN OUR SAMENESS AND THE
WAY WE ALL SEEM TO BE CRAFTED
FROM ASSEMBLY LINE.
(WE ARE CREATURES OF CONFORMITY,
AND THAT IS THE
SADDEST TRUTH THAT HAS EVER
BEEN SPOKEN.)
WE ARE ROTTING ON THE
INSIDE OUR FLESH
STINKS, GRAYING
AROUND THE EDGES
LIKE A FRAYING ROPE
STRAINING TO KEEP EVERYTHING
TOGETHER CONTAINED NEAT --
OUR BONES HAVE BEGUN
TO CREAK AND WITHER AND
WE PASTE SMILES AND PRETEND
TO BE OKAY FOR THE SAKE
OF SOMEONE ELSE.
YOU JUST DON'T SEE IT BECAUSE
YOU ARE BLINDED BY OUR
ENTHRALLING LAUGHTER
AND OUR ENRAPTURED
WITH THE WORLD
EYES THAT COULDN'T
POSSIBLY HOLD ANY
HATRED DESPAIR LONELINESS
SELF-DEPRECATION ENVY
IN THEM.
CAN YOU NOT SEE IT?
WE HAVE ALREADY DIED
A THOUSAND TIMES OVER
BEFORE WE LIVE.
...
merry christmas ya filthy animals c:
if you want, leave a one word prompt in the comments section and i'll get to it?
