the crimson tears speak about more pain than I can express. The hurt and the agony performs open heart surgery without anesthetic and no optimistic foreseeable outcome. pure scarlet is the only link to reality, while the whip of humiliation cracks across your naked body. Disgust and torment ruin what positive moments you might have had. and rage exponentially suffocates them in the end. Trust? say? don't say? speak? be? try? taste the red wine of my skin and let the taste of repulsion that your eyes already acknowledge. Was this vile creature created this way? Is this the face of a dignitary or of the low life untouchable that pursues crumbs from the superior man's table. What would it be to have the taste of sustenance in your teeth and pride near your breast. The hopes of a wretched soul. so if you have the ability to feast and be filled to your liking of laughter, and smiling faces understand this is not the case for the inferior lessor lives. Don't take your provisions as assumed or for granted, for with the flip of a few numbers and you too will taste the bitterness of the dirt at the bottom of society.
Tales of a would be prostitute. Thanks to all those that provide care and nourishment while I continue to disappoint. My dream is you won't have to deal with it much longer.
-Chad
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