The Pile Of Flesh You Carry

A life long obsession. The goal to achieve. A devotion,

to the wealthy dream. The work, and first, your work.

With the belief the world would have collapsed. With all

the pride, the reward, of your own destruction, and

every-one fallen side. Hundreds of hours of pride. Your

golden timeless mid-life daydreams, they’ve splurged on

meaningless luxuries. You can’t taste the benefits of a

sacrifice life line story. Your punishing physical

struggle. Helpless, in lost dreams? You pleaded out loud

to ease the pain, to stop the nights, the sleepless

nights. To silence, the pile of flesh you carry. Your eye

blinks, saying thanks for the end of your despair. My

sleepless night debating if I violated your right to

life. If I fought for human dignity or for the last

respect of life sacracy.