A state of subjugation so infantile, yet so disruptive, could the layers of conspiracy go further in its existence? Purportedly, a state media ran through the filter of difference and excitement leveling its own demise for short term satisfaction to the overlords, controlling our every thought and idea to the very core. Is this state ran media a consequence of governmental control, supposedly through the use of democratic means, that theoretically can be shifted determinant on public perception? Partially, yet the media runs further than what we believe it to be. As our eyeballs are ripped out of their sockets to give monetary incentives to this industry, it concludes a multiplicity of ideation that exists on its own, and wrapped around to affect the very authors themselves. Entertainment, as we uphold it, levels a perspective relevant to a minority of beings, centralized in a very few cities, and then controlled by a smaller few individuals within the business sector, and
TW: Depictions of violence, psychological torment, and rape Wrapping its tentacles around me Keeping me quiet Alone in the sewers I can’t see the outside Sun bellowing in the deep Arising from its slumber Leaving me with interesting thoughts The amount of light similar to a tiny lamp The sun shines itself through the manhole I’m covered in ash and fire Sewage engulfs me into disease The tentacles grow in width No one survives in a sewer like this for long Disease and starvation are the only outcome May God have mercy on my soul God wants me to suffer I’m slipping on the floor Face planting into the water Rats scatter around my hair Smelling of trash and feces A distant smile arises in the tunnel Surrounded by three flamingos The smile’s a bit creepy The flamingos dance into formation “Come dance with us!” They shout The smile stares at me “We’re your oasis, your treasure, your orgy!” The smile creepily makes its grin wider The flamingos doing the tango I’m wearing a sweatshirt It sta