I’m dying in a suffered world,

A place of egos inflated.

A hell of screams and yelling sounds-

Tortured and eradicated.

The white-caked walls are crumbling

And the roofing has caved in,

But that doesn’t stop the groans and moans

Of the committer of deadly sin.

My sanctuary is a demonic pond,

A jamboree of false filled joys.

Bright and pretty are the walls-

Just another of their ploys.

The dollies keep staring down at me-

Their painted gleaming eyes-

Illuminated by the glowing screen

Made musical by whirring sighs.

A shaper of shit and rugged remarks-

My view of how they see-

I’ll pride myself on not being endowed

From their act of slavery.

The knife is not quite sharp enough

And the rope is tired and worn.

I’ll sleep amongst the rats and mice

Until I’m sold off for the cheapest porn.