Friday, December 26, 2014

Prisoner Of Birth

I've been having this strange dream, where the world is a sycamore and me, a strangulated corpse on one of its branches 
but I'm not alone,many smiling faces , all garroted , hanging by umbilical cords around their vocal cords.
I was a prisoner of my birth and it was slowly juicing the life out of me.

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