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purgatory
Anger and rage keeps my heart on locked down with ball and chains. Once a free bird my limits were unknown, but now that I'm locked inside of this cage it's unknown if my limits could have been sustained. I didn't want to be held against my will here in captivity nor put on display and labeled as deranged. With the utmost disrespect they watch and they studied me ever so profoundly until I flipped the script staring them back down, yet eye contact they would not exchange.
Fear of loathing so it remains a relentless game in which no authenticated player could ever be replaced. now I begin making my own assessment about you as you scribble down chicken scratch into your notebook of illusions making you feel entitled to evaluate. Observations were made each time they tried to penetrate my mind and manipulate.
Stadium seating from all around while I sit in the State of Trance they prep me into a surgical stance lithotomy for a barbaric procedure they call phlebotomy. Try as they might to cut me off from my source like they were cauterizing...