3/20/2009

I broke away, only to be snatched back and swallowed whole, to burn in the acid you created. Digested and turned into shit is how it normally goes, but then again, you may be constipated on this day. Regardless, I won't be viewed as anymore than feces, possibly. The Devil's creatures flock, and death may sometimes create me, but I will never know the real feeling of love. I will lack the knowledge of the warmth of another. I will never have the opportunity to be held or to be kissed. I am the lowest of the low. I am constantly degraded by society. I didn't ask to be this way, but instead, I was forced, never really given the chance to experience much else.

I've always longed to be a lover, but I don't know how to love, nor have I been found worthy of being taught. I am not your average Proletariat, but I am under the class of peasants. I am a disgusting, being, foolish to even attempt to be humane, yo may believe. You may look at me as if I were an alien, but needless to say, on the inside I'm pink and red and bloody all over, just as you. Unfortunately, I still live the life of a monster, hiding in the shadows, fearing that you may spit rocks at me as a walk, and give me stares to puncture my soul....