Putridity Dynamite

My nails scream as they dig in passionately the indifference of the television crowd of late night shows. Screenings of hate, love, sex, love, death and cannibalistic dominance I swim in dark waters, stinking sea, sewage, from drains of sated minds. Rot begets habit and habit begets rot, I stink but I'm different, I'm different I hope. I hope because I'm nothing, among the fucking thoughts of precarious households I'm afraid, but I don't hesitate, I hesitate but I don't flinch I tremble, but I continue. I'm dead but I'll rise I will rise again Septic dynamite at the foundations of every physical prison. I will rise again.