My Inverted Smile

I like to make stuff up, so here goes:

My thoughts hemorrhage. These words bleed like a paper cut on thin skin. I hear the voice screaming at me from a distance inside my mind. A blank stare behind my eyes. Inverted smiles and endless spirals of infinitely meaningless words.

I wear a mask.

A lifetime of lies and suppression hidden behind substance abuse and self destructive behavior. In the gutter, with my own hand holding my head underneath what I've come to call water, as I struggle to fight the push, to catch at least one breath. I finally stop struggling. This fluid fills my lungs as I take deep breaths. Choking then vomiting underneath this pool of empty promises I've dug MYSELF, and filled up MYSELF. There is no more air to breath.

Life after death.

I've become the one person I despise most. I've ridiculed, and pointed my finger at who I thought was someone other than myself. It was my reflection. In every face I spat on. In every lie I told. In every action that carelessly hurt the people around me, for my benefit, and my enjoyment. I've become myself. I've been forced to live out the mistakes I've made. This is what I've created. I made this bed, but I'm not tired.

~FICTION

The True Holding Cell Is Our Lives

Do you ever feel like a prisoner?

Life is your jail cell and the over privileged are your prison guards, and the one's above them are theirs. The more work you do for the prison, the more privileges you're given, through material things, like money, and status. You're given these opportunities to earn, then made to need, only to be forced to earn more. We are the work horse, they crack the whip. These sociopaths deceive us into believing that we need them. They keep us just healthy enough to work. They keep us just poor enough to want more. They beat us just enough to come back for more.

They turn us against each other like beaten dogs in a cage, staved to near death, telling us that they can and will give us what we need. If we don't do what they say, they punish us. If we don't lay down and roll over, they beat us. If we don't follow their rules they punish us. They take, while we are obligated to give.

The Weakening Of The Minds Eye