Truth.... so easy, it creates itself

i saw a nightmare in slow motion tonight. a man so consumed by desire it has taken over who he is completely. i’m sure at some point he was a gentleman, but now instead of talking, all he does is wag his dick around. he has become a horrible caricature of a human because being human is too painful for him. wild-eyed, tongue-wagging, drool spitting bastard. craving everything in sight, anything to cover the pain.

i saw a girl torn in half. ripped to pieces. i saw her drawn and quartered, only there was nothing tying her onto the horses, she held on to the last moment. i saw her destroy herself. i saw a spotlight on her, as if the night-covered courtyard of her execution had a light, just for her.

i saw self-medication by inebriation. numbing the pain through copious alcohol consumption. bleeding all over the place, shoving her pain in everyone’s faces. proving that yes, indeed, she was hurting. and the world revolved around her. nothing could be heard except for the yells from inside of her. her spastic monologue drowning out the thoughts and cares of others.

and then there was the old man. too tired to talk. too tired to say his peace. in the end, his contribution meant nothing. like everything else, it would not have mattered if he was there or not. and so he sat, waiting, waiting…