Black Ash

Sour and sickening, my mind feels poisoned, poisoned by so many lies. Lonely and lost, my soul feels as if it has been trapped within a ball of sharp wire, endlessly trying to release itself. Blind and naive, my eyes see constant false pictures of hidden reality. Grinded and crushed, my body feels as if it has been created into black ash suffocating my own thoughts like smog dominating many minds and souls causing them to become manuplatative and black-hearted, poisoning many others by their words of spite and venomous hands of darkness.