Filth

Locked in my stucco cave, no motivation, no room to breathe, smothered by lies of my own fabrication and my parents'. I want to dream to escape the reality that I am forced to live in.

I WANT TO DREAM

FOR BLISS OF SUCCESS

CRAWL AND WALLOW

PROGRESSION OF NO MEANING

CALENDAR'S INFINITE CYCLE

HANGED MAN'S SHOE GAZE

WINDOW STARE FORCES SIGHT

CLONED LIKES OF FAILURE PEERED

KNOWN WELL BY THIS PUPIL

THE PEDAGOGUE'S CHILD

DEMEANOUR DOOM BLEND

RENOWN MOOD AND AILMENTS

IN THIS SWAMP-WASHED TOMB CONTAINED

COTTON WRAP THE NIGHTLY MUMMIFIED

LEFT HEART AND HEAD BY THE PILLOW

WARPED SELF-TRADITION, HABIT

DREAMT OF FREEDOM;

FOUND TO ROT.

FEET UNDER THE CONCRETE SHAWL

LOCKS INTROVERSION WARMLY

OF A MOTHERS LOVE, FED

RUN-OFF DECEPTION

A GENETIC EXCUSE FOR THIS

SEPTIC STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS

BARE TO THE SOUL.

Author's Note

Apologies for all caps, I wrote this last year in my final year of high-school when I was not in a good space, won $500 and some other things for it. I do not like it myself because it hurts to read it, but any feedback is always appreciated.

Thanks for taking your time to read my work.