Peel the paint, and scrape away the plaster. Remove the panels, and look at the view of an-others room, oops.

Too dumb to get it
Blinded
By fairy tales
And sedatives
Material needs
And addictions

My diction
Perceived
Differently
When too far
To turn
Back

Drunkenly, i fumble my way home, hoping for something warm, but always waking cold, waiting for something more.

The hole.

Heaven cannot exist with knowledge of hell.

Not a single truth is presented to you, as actors, cameras, and green screens adjust the magnitude of your opinions, and attitudes.

I am a number, numb-er than the dumber thumbs on top of me.

A puppet to appease, the appetites of kings, meagerly squalling over nothing.

All i see, is stupidity staring back at me, in a hall of mirrors.

If not to tempt the temperaments of lesser men, I shall bludgeon the object of our obsessions again, just to watch the reddened britches go un-itched, as my grinning is met with dissatisfaction, impacting the over expressed whining of gentle wimps, flailing, and stomping as disgruntled chimps, flinging feces from the cages again.