[First Post] 5
A muddled-mess of confusion,
A stinking scrap heap of waste and hog maw,
A thick membrane surrounds me,
Keeping me from others,
A brilliant bubble of gray and sterile black
To shut me off from the outside world of
Shining whites, glowing blues and radiant greens.
Tatooed with piercing red hatred.
Filled with sickness and wrong,
Maggots crawl over my skin,
Slithering and slathering,
Infecting my body.
Spiders, bugs in every crevice,
Protruding and lurking within,
Eating my organs like stew.
I could only harm others,
Infest them with who I am.
A colorless spectrum of transperancy that no one could want,
Or care for,
Darker, Deeper, Further,
Utter hope of escaping