broken in by a broken system
suckled on a noxious tit
reared by a chemical fixation cult
taught how to be a piece of shit
thrown into a ring of fire unprepared
where everybody comes out burnt
lessons there were taught in blood
and will never ever be lost or unlearnt
all these memories
memories of hate and of cruelty
all those abhorrent reminders;
like a murder of crows
they perch
on power lines
to the vanishing point
on either side of my peripheral vision.
crows on power lines
stretched from far horizon
to the edge of my sight,
all these memories
a simple mind click away.
they can't hurt me (now)
but i can remember the pain
i can remember the silence
i can remember the violence
i can remember the silence
stretched and flayed into days
i know the smell of fear
i know the smell of myself
not a whole lot of difference
between the two
but i made it
not complete
not whole
i fuckin made it
and now i'm completely
and utterly
lost
in this one
of all possible worlds
cause i thought
i'd be dead
by now !
About the Creator
Bren
“I know what I mean it to be and respect that someone else may read something entirely different.” Me
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