Trouble upon trouble upon trouble - piled as high as the highest mountain.
An immense tower reaching through the clouds trying to break free of this dimension, only to enter yet another, no better than the last.
Confusion -
The sickly fragrance worn by man, woman and indeed, everyone.
"Ignorance is bliss" - How true!
When you hurt, they laugh.
When you laugh, they plague you for some hidden sorrow, convinced that you are hiding your pain.
Life is a spiral of grievances, twisting out of the murky depths of a long forgotten youth.
The air chokes, the sunlight burns and the music deafens.
Nothing is sacred, not even your thoughts.
Your mind is explored until it bleeds from the sound of people infiltrating your memories - oblivious to your anguish.
No bolt is strong enough to keep out the enquiring minds of so-called friends, searching for the means to relieve their own guilt.
Swallow as the poisoned air reaches your lungs and you become paralysed, unable to think, talk or move.
A merciless ending to a bitter life.
An immense tower reaching through the clouds trying to break free of this dimension, only to enter yet another, no better than the last.
Confusion -
The sickly fragrance worn by man, woman and indeed, everyone.
"Ignorance is bliss" - How true!
When you hurt, they laugh.
When you laugh, they plague you for some hidden sorrow, convinced that you are hiding your pain.
Life is a spiral of grievances, twisting out of the murky depths of a long forgotten youth.
The air chokes, the sunlight burns and the music deafens.
Nothing is sacred, not even your thoughts.
Your mind is explored until it bleeds from the sound of people infiltrating your memories - oblivious to your anguish.
No bolt is strong enough to keep out the enquiring minds of so-called friends, searching for the means to relieve their own guilt.
Swallow as the poisoned air reaches your lungs and you become paralysed, unable to think, talk or move.
A merciless ending to a bitter life.
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