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
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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 starts flying off of me
May the dance last forever
I sit in my slumber
Caressing the flamingos
The smile draws me in
Hypnotized by the allure
A difference in the air
Flying around in circles
An Eagle with determination
The Eagle was with five books
The Lord of the Rings, Crime and Punishment, Animal Farm, The Metamorphosis, The Stranger
The draw much less enticing
Though I slip from the smile towards it
Laying with the Eagle
Crime and Punishment in my hands
Raskolnikov appears in the distance
Approaching me with an axe
I panic in anticipation
Towards the manhole I jump
The tentacles pull me downward
My calves so worn
The escape so desperate
So immeasurable
My run towards the flamingos
Caressing my face again
Will the smile protect me?
The smile flees from the scene
Leaving me to attempt a jump
Across the tunnel paved in urine
I run as fast as possible through the tunnels with panic
A familiar video game character’s jump sound echoes
Mario and Luigi warping through the pipes
I jump towards them for safety
Their strength not what I remembered when I was younger
As Raskolnikov slowly approaches
He raises his face to mine
He looks like me
Experience and waves flushing through my veins
A palpable sense of disillusionment
I scurry past and still attempt my escape
Orgies, videogames, banquets, suffering, education, psychosis, politics, movies, philosophers, purring their reign on me
A group of people off in the distance once more
My family, friends, loved ones, I go for their embrace
Their hands surround me, then disappear
I cannot be hugged by ghosts of truth
Slinging slinging
I cannot run much longer
I lie on the disgusting floor and await my fate
Totalized by guilt
Raskolnikov hunts me down to my last breath
He looks me in the eyes
The eyes are mine
He grins menacingly, with a violent swing
As his axe pierces my skull I fade away
My soul partakes in essence finally
No more paranoia to reach it
Flying through wormholes in the sky
I dance in the stars
I sing my lullabies
No more I shout
I cannot be hold
As I fly through the stars
Experience fades
No more enjoyment
Left without escape
I try desperately to fix it
I try to run back and forth
Up and down, all around
Nothing seems to work
Heaven may not be too heavenly after all
The quick realization makes me scurry towards hell
Maybe this will fix it
And surely I will find peace
Hell with its pure destruction
Deserved or no?
Let’s figure it out
I suffer in silence
Hell so baffling
Burning my flesh alive
Eating away my eyeballs
Raping me as I scream
Breaking my arms
Kicking me in the back with steel toe boots
Stabbing me in the stomach
But never releasing the brain
I need to escape now
I cannot move
I cannot fight it
Magnetized by guilt
The last thought in my mind
A desire to return to the sewer
Caged in a cycle of desperation
I relapse for eternity.
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