POETRY ENTRIES

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ENTRY #1

WINDOW ROTTING

1.2.3.4 I COUNT THE BLUE BIRDS IN THE SKY.

5.6.7.8 ALL MY WALLS ARE CLOSING IN.

9.10.11.12 I THINK THERES SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME. I LOST COUNT OF THE BIRDS, SHOULD I START AGAIN? 

PACING BACK AND FORTH, IN THESE ROTTING WALLS. WAITING FOR THE DOOR TO OPEN, EVEN THOUGH IM THE ONE HOLDING THE KEY TO UNLOCK IT.

ADDICTED TO THE MOLD, ADDICTED TO THE SCREENS. THEY TELL ME WHAT TO DO, BUT I DONT WANT TO LISTEN. THE SMELL, THE SMELL IS HORRID, THE SMELL OF PISS AND BLOOD. IT VIOLATES MY VEINS, MY BLOODY ROTTING VEINS.

THE WINDOW IS OPEN, BUT I CANT GET OUT. ITS ALL IN MY HEAD, I WANT TO ESCAPE, I WANT TO FLEE. BUT THAT WOULD MEAN ABANDONING ALL WHO I LOVE, ABANDONING THEM TO THOSE EYE GUTTING SCREENS.

I CRAVE PLEASURE, I CRAVE ADRENALINE. BUT THE PEOPLE WHO BUILT THESE WALLS BEAT ME WITH THEIR RAZER WORDS AND TELL ME THAT I WOULDNT LAST A DAY WITHOUT THEIR MOLD.

I CANNOT BREAT, I CAN BARELY SEE, THE ROPES OF GUILT AND SHAME ARE CHOKING ME. I CANT REACH MY CLEVER, ITS PULLING TOO TIGHT.

I KNOW IM STRONGER, I KNOW I CAN BREAK LOOSE. I GUESS MAYBE ITS THE ADDICTION. ADDICTED TO THESE ROPES, ADDICTED TO THE MOLD, ADDICTED TO THAT INSUFFERABLE ROTTING WINDOW IN WHICH TRAPPED ME IN MY OWN HEAD.

ITS KILLING ME, I STRUGGLE TO ESCAPE, I STRUGGLE TO BE ALONE. BUT IF I DONT LEAVE, ILL DIE, AND NO ONE WILL SOME TO GRIEVE AND DISPOSE MY BODY, AND THERE I WILL LIE, ROTTING IN VAIN FOR THE MAGGOTS TO FEED ON.

THEREFORE, I MUST SOON ESCAPE THESE ROTTING WALLS.