The first wallLife in a boxThe first wall6 years ago in Scraps More Like This
of my own making
paranoia, boredom, apathy
(idle, perverse lust)
Can you understand?
of course you do.
All you touch turns to gold
all I touch melts away in the slick, slow, thickly dripping
inevitable slide of shit
It's still hard to accept
even after all this time.
is the only way to keep myself sane
blissful on smooth, comforting, cool sheets
covering my scratchy, imperfect bed of nails
How do you transcend this?