on their horses in the mesa plain.
Fluffy the cat sits on the farm.
Oh, shit. My arm fell off. What do I do now?
Rolling in mud.
White walls coated with mud.
Dirt and Grime.
Green grass chopped, churned, slime.
Drowning in lost water.
Black circle, orange hole,
my clock is stuck on 10:44.
Sailing across a flat yellow surface.
Got lost in a grey fog,
shot down below the surface.
Suffocated by suffering,
trying to escape this sadistic existence.
Below the surface, suffocating.
It would be better if I were a fish.
Sniffing lines of coke off a key,
driving down the freeway swerving
in and out of lanes
Easily could have died today.
Forced back and decapitated,
eviscerated and eliminated.
Blacked out, lost in a sea of filth.