My life. Put behind the bars of emptiness and insecurity. The cold, steel bars. What did I say? What did I do? Words. That's all I hear, all I taste, all I feel. Frozen tears and unillustrated fear. Objects becoming blurry, distorted, distant. Looking back on the shame it supplied me with. Blank stares and whispers. More obedient than anything else in this delusional world. The imagery is vivid through what I can see. Nothing can define my pain and tolerance. Masked by my own good, Frozen as time progresses. The wrath of the world emerging through the ground. Right where I stand.
November 6, 2012