binocular eyes stare out into a bleak putrid little world, observing its decay as it wallows in its own agony;

wafts of wind guiding the thick veils of rain to wipe the dirt accumulated over years of negligence off of the lenses, just so id be able to accommodate the sight of my dismal dreary surroundings;

i shouldnt leave my room or the great mudpuddle will get a grasp on my ankle and drag me down; i dont mind the cage however, as i am here for a master, not for a route towards freedom, thus i gladly offer myself to the lashes of my sacred traitor’s whip; w/ the little strength i have left in me, i squeeze a bit more misery out of my soul and hand it over to him;

now we are both watching in perverted delight and proud defeatism the eroding rills and the slow dissolution of my home produced by the constant self-sabotage to which i happily give myself over;

its okay to laugh it was meant to be ridiculous and lame and extremely self-pretentious