The pain. THE pain. The PAIN!
It's in me. It's on me. It's everywhere around me.
In every single face.
Why aren't you smiling at me?
Why aren't you helping me, serving me?
I need attention!
This minute.
This very exacting second.
Can't you see my countenance that beckons?
Beckons with silent screams from red acidic streams.
Every beautiful ****** sinew in MY body.
Reaching, pulling, straining a thousand invisible threads connecting you and I.
Fish hooks in my chest tied to frayed line.
Why can you not see them?! What the hell is wrong with you?! They're right in front of your blank ugly face!
You just stare.
You literally don't know what to do!
Well that's not my problem, I HATE you.
This whole thing is repulsing.
You're as paralyzed as I am.
Those threads are my tentacles seeking a host, now out of water, convulsing.
And so we die.
I die.
Empty, as I slither away.
The end to just another day.