Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Black Label

Black Label

The human condition is inherit claustrophobia. 
Compression of my space made complete. 
I would rip out my own entrails by hand just to be alone. 
Inanity rolls total through this sphere. 
Ostracized for clarity of vision. 
A dream unrealized of solitudethat i should decend into autonomy 
& know the pain of fellowship no more. I feel nothing but a lack of space. 
Paradox of socialization results in duress. 
Rife with hostility, what has caused me so much hate? 
Humanity. Exterminate with extreme predjudice.

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