A Product of Lies - BEACONS

A simple thought makes me sick to my stomach.

I can’t seem to escape from it.

At a moments notice my whole world completely dark.

Bringing pain to life.

Death is quickly making its mark.

Is this another episode of simple cranial misery?

Or has a higher power tapped into my brains integrity?

A higher power approaching me in my final hour.

One simple purpose.

One simple victory is all they need.

As I finally fall asleep my brain it is far pressed and the fallen write my

long awaited eulogy as I rest.

As I rest.

I cannot see anything but frustration.

Why am I unable to pinpoint this delinquent?

Hells red burning holes through my eyes.

My body daised and confused has been a product of lies.

Hells red burning holes through my eyes.

I’ve been a product of lies.

I am finished.

Cavia porcellus replenished.

I am finished before I began.