2017-12-23 18:41:05 UTC
Have I stumbled upon a vipers nest ?
Do snakes even bite with such ill intent?
Is this then a lion's den?
Are all who enter torn limb from limb?
Uneaten and left to spoil?
I think I know what manner of monster inhabits this place. I smell the bitterness of failure here. I hear the viscous stream babble insecurity. The liquid thick. Slimy. Oozing self loathing. I can taste the fetid stench of human waste. Only man would soil his bed and continue to sleep in his own filth by choice. Figures wander aimlessly through the dark here and there a voice. Lifted self importantly. The attempted elegance ruined by the derisive hate speech that spews forth from these mouths. All vying for validation. A hint of Glee as one blindly seeks the higher ground that he believes is his due by birth. Is it worth dying alone? You're still covered in your own shit, affecting airs in a pitch black offal pit.