Bear witness up, the filth collects beneath your nails, flickering stale cigarettes.
I know I'm a fucking bug caught in flypaper on the wall.
Condemmed to watch, eyelids ripped off, self-impostition, shrieking from the margins "
I Exist!" but I'm less and less sure, tormentor undeterred.
Cold shoulders burn, frequent enduring turns, humor and sharing weight, I beg for a hatch escape.
No god, no hope.