April 3, 2014

  • Enslaved

    i speak and create a canvas
    of what it is i know not
    from a prison everything
    seems so real and genuine and sincere
    i stare at the refrigerator
    i see the pictures
    my guilt
    my feelings of guilt
    permeate in the smile
    it is fucking bullshit
    a prisoner
    stockholm syndrome
    staring
    vacant
    mesmerized by fate
    its ridiculous absurdity
    why not a shotgun
    why not anything
    why be
    why have knowledge
    why the confusion
    let it go
    sleep
    slumber somber
    clouds
    coffee
    mimosas