Ingest

Hey there, you hapless fool.
Yes you, the hopeless mortal with the guilt-stricken face.
How is your solitude addressing you?
How does it feel to watch your life sprawled across the screen?
Watching your words play into other lives like a broken script.
Is it satisfying to know that you are the ringleader of this blood-smitten circus?
Knowing that you originate from dementia, and continue to carry on insanity’s blessing.
Has it sunk in that you have hastily bitten off more misfortunes than you could ever chew?
Do you realize you’ve been damned with the touch of fatality?
When the sin-drenched stake is driven into your atrocious core, do you feel like an utter disgrace?
Or merely become overwhelmed by acquisition?
When the lights start to flicker and the aged film crackles to life, does the lack of color entice you?
As the accordion sings its morose serenade, does it send chills down your spine?
Perhaps it fractures the backbone you have never truly possessed?
The feeble soul that ought to be fed to famished hounds.
Can you swallow this?
Are you captivated by the tantalizing ways the gypsies display in vain?
Stolen treasures ringing as they pass, sputtering, muttering words of pretense.
Amidst the purple disarray adamantly choking you.
Cowering from the fires ablaze, surrounding you.
Rapidly becoming conquered by the madness of jump rope chants and sinister laughter.
Are you able to swallow yet?
Do you comprehend the sole fact that you have never once loved?
For it is because of your self pity and false affections, that you have remained alone.
Peer into the mirror you have stored out of contempt, discover that this dreadful reflection staring back at you is no other but yourself.
Try swallowing now.