Reflections of a Symphony

February 22, 2010
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Too long have I laid in this filth and desolation
Feeling the muck and mire wash over me—
Closing my eyes as it rushes to my lungs—
Can’t even breathe, suffocation comes in time.

Too long have I sat with these cretinous animals
Who beg for someone else to solve all problems—
Wishing for a permanent painless fix
Crying, writhing, screams multiplying—
Rolling around, turning over in their pens—
Pigs only produce cacophonic sounds.

The stench in my nostrils flares itself
In the form of excuses, hot gas breathed on me
Polluting the air—down below, wasted time
Infects the rotting food supply.

I am swallowed whole, legs kicking out
As my skin dissolves, screaming in fear—
The acidic bile tears to the bone—
I leave only skeleton remains.

Eyesight darkening, retching, reaching,
I too become filth.

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