Labyrinth Dweller
Not like David Bowie. The original title of this work was “Dec. 6th was wild”, but I’m 99% positive I wrote this in the fall. Either way, it’s about late stage capitalism and also just life in general. Enjoy, or don’t.
I am forged in the fire of hypocrites and liars/ who drink from the blood of the souls they killed to fatten their own hoard and/I cannot escape/ the unethical labyrinth they built/ not born of a virgin but a sacrifice nonetheless/ and they fatten me with bones of the starving/ and I am too proud to refuse and/ too hungry to look for something else/ even if there is no way out/ I feel as if I should carve one/ but my means are few and my bones are brittle and my muscles are atrophied/ so I shuffle through the labyrinth to foster my own comfort/ignoring the screams of from the walls made from the flesh of/ the artificial damned
“I grow old, I grow old”- T.S Eliot
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