
NOTHING - UP AGAINST THE WALL
Since childhood teachers, authority figures, family members and children have thrown me against the wall. I've been chipping away at it little by little. I'm making a break from society and it's social ills. See the man and woman sitting in their luxury car. They grimace. Not happy. Unable to break free of their social ills. They are unwilling to.
They will suffer. Self-destruct, punishing themselves. Their lives are a facade. They live a life of lives. Their wall of lies are crumbling. They need to have more. Thirst, building in their throats. More. Unable to pick up the chisel - can't get their hands dirty. The digging ends when a fingernail has dirt under it. The facade leads to sexual anxiety, poor performance at work. Eventual murder.
The cement fills the nostrils. Overwhelming. Brutal. The sounds of atonal silence fills your head. Loud numbing submission. Thoughts. None.



