Disemboweled by
the razor blades of existence
Raped by the brutalty of
a world that couldn't give two fucks
Dissected by psychopathic aliens
for their entertainment
Spinning on the wheel of a hamster,
running and running until i'm a dead
By the toil and exaustion of my hands
I fall over on my sword
Little but an afterthought to those who continue
to struggle to escape the quicksand of life