He built layers and layers of solid concrete around him to defend himself from anything.
He put a small door at the front of it and he decorated it with poems and humor.
One day while he was strengthening the walls around himself, he forgot about the door.
No one ever entered the door before, so he himself forgot about it and covered the door with said concrete.
When everything was done, he looked around to admire his work and all he could see was miles and miles of solid stone.
Then he sat down and he realised of his entrapment.
He still ponders about it.
Can't you see him wallowing in his filth?
Can't you see him clawing at the walls?
Can't you see him crying while he's sleeping?
2 comments:
wow. this is good. really puts us in those kinda shoes. scary though.
Ah well, ramblings of a mad fuck ey? Nobody's that depressed.
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