Welcome to My Pit of Oblivion
Hungry rats gnaw at the last putrid tatters of flesh that cling to the scattered bones of the dead
Their dark, menacing forms scurry beneath the shadows
In the bottom of the pit at the bottom of the world
No one can survive the oppressive odor, the intense isolation, the suffocating lightlessness
But me
I dug my pit of oblivion inch by inch with my bare hands
For I am too dark and disturbed to wear sturdy leather work gloves plus they're hard to dig with (OK I used a shovel but the handle broke on the second shovelful)
damn you foul shovel for you bring me nothing but pain and anguish
I don't need the shovels of this corrupt and hollow society
I have the splendid desolation and perfect misery of my pit
of Oblivion
um, somebody toss me a burrito? Chicken fajita?
somebody?
SOMEBODY???
This heartless cold cruel world cannot even bother to heave a single burrito
to a miserable sensitive soul struggling in the darkness
my terrified screams echo to infinity across the hollow emptiness
This wicked burrito-denying society doesn't deserve the sunshine glory of my presence
nor the exquisite sorrow of My Pit
