Wilt, wilt in silence, among the bustle.
An overcast prevails upon you.
Escape, and drown — submerge yourself in the system
Become the system;
harrowing sights have you experienced?
Harrowing sights you shall assume.
There is no escape, only entry.
Prevail or fail — to win or to care.
Such is the system of this land, the cesspools of vice are stagnant on top, ******* the light that makes it past the cover of clouds, famished are those who reside under.
Yet, every so often, a ripple of water drops into the river of despair — its energy coursing through the minuscule circumference of its impact— and it sits, sits atop the filthy black waste and slowly diffuses…
into the filth as though it belonged, to oppress those who bear the same burden.