The ground is putrid
Yet they still smile
They still work
They still live

I need to read more
I need to grasp those words on paper more

******* is what you say to me
You're feeding me crap everyday single day
But yet, I still eat
With my eyes closed
No where to go.

******* is what you say to me
Your lies just roll of your tongue like a symphony

I was tired
So you carried me on your back
But all the while you let my feet drag on the floor
But I was too numb from fatigue to feel it

Everything is talking
You're either talking to yourself
Or you're talking to the world
If you love
You talk
If you hate
You talk
A good experience
You talk
A bad experience
You talk.
All, everything of this universe this dimension and most likely the next is based on communication, one way or another and talking does not always mean words, it can be actions, signs, designs. We talk, through our art, eyes, lies, fears, desires, fantasies and , ore. And I'm beginning to understand how fundamental it is for us to keep talking, even though it would be extremely yard for us to stop in the first place

Strip
me of my
mind not my
clothes, because
Once you see the
corruption invading
the space in my head you
...wont want me anymore...

Fighting to keep the time even though the clock is broken.

Cannot breathe,
around you.
Cannot speak,
around you.
Cannot bear to be,
around you.

You.
You, who tore my soul
in such a detrimental way.
you, who violated the frail
body underneath you.

Let me live, I beg,
let me breathe.
Go away, for god sakes,
please go away.

(d.d.b)