It is there,
always has been
and always will.
That Incessant pounding,
screams of hatred and bitterness
all aimed directly at me.
Ever since I was old enough to think
the pounding was there.
At first I didn't understand it,
I thought it was something wrong with me,
but then I realized it was not me that was wrong,
but the world I was in.
The world, dispite what is said,
is a rotting cesspool of hatred and greed
A cocophany of lies, amidst thousands upon thousands of hairless rats
all climbing up,
struggling to reach the bright blue sky that was never there.
I tried to make the pounding stop,
with opiates of life and death.
but it never stopped.
And it wasn't until I completely let go
and let the hairless rats eat me alive that I realized,
that the pounding was my own hands
clawing inside my tomb.
And I wish
more than anything else in the world,
had I the power to do anything,
I would choose to never have been born.