f..ck The Facts The Pile Of Flesh You Carry
A life long obsession. The goal to achieve. A devotion,
to the wealthy dream. The work, and first, your work.
With the belief the world would have collapsed. With all
the pride, the reward, of your own destruction, and
every-one fallen side. Hundreds of hours of pride. Your
golden timeless mid-life daydreams, they’ve splurged on
meaningless luxuries. You can’t taste the benefits of a
sacrifice life line story. Your punishing physical
struggle. Helpless, in lost dreams? You pleaded out loud
to ease the pain, to stop the nights, the sleepless
nights. To silence, the pile of flesh you carry. Your eye
blinks, saying thanks for the end of your despair. My
sleepless night debating if I violated your right to
life. If I fought for human dignity or for the last
respect of life sacracy.
