- May 16, 2004
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Two years rotten in self
Stuck between materials
Caged between ideas
Tortured by thoughts
Confined to a place of enormity
Obesity
Became you
There was no place heaven could hold you
Within this society
Two years rotting within yourself
Bodily decay
Death a thousand times
Before your body off to lay
A story silenced by the media
A plight hushed by guilt
Harm done to no one
But perception
Harm done to all
Through this perception.
You were fed to sit alive
Rocking in a chair for years
Could you even rock?
Did you watch TV?
What did you do all day for two years?
While your body became glued to itself
Ate your soul alive
I wonder how long ago did your dreams die?
When did you stop having faith in humanity?
When did you loose hope in tomorrow being better than today?
Since those two did continue to feed you
Yet
Not bath you
Not help you
When did you want to die?
After cursing your flesh repeatedly.
Your nightmares living in front of you
Never desiring to be the reality you see.
Molding into a flesh of fabric
Molding from decay and maggots
If you could read the comments
Beneath the articles
The question of life
Insensitivity
Inhumane actions
Accountability
Who is responsible for this?
I realize no one knows your story...
But who let's someone live
Breathing death
For two years in same sitting position
While life grows around them
And death seeps between them
Eating away flesh
And leaving your being hollow
Full of misery
What kind of love is that?
As your girlfriend
Feeds you your daily meals
What kind of love is that?
I wonder what happened to you
On the day you last sat down
And never rose...
I wonder if you fell asleep in peace.
Unconscious to the life you never wanted to live.
Dreaming of your next meal,
Your next bath
Your next hug,
Touching your toes,
Scratching your back,
Getting your own glass of water,
A walk in the park
If you would ever have kids,
Seeing family,
Dating,
Have you ever been on a date that set your world anew?
Did you dream of loving yourself?
Since most think you didn't.
Your next kiss,
Intimacy,
You'd been without sex for over two years,
I wonder if you even desired being touched again,
I wonder if you dreamed of love,
Did you even dream anymore?
I wonder how long ago did you die
Before they found your body,
Growing in the chair
Stuck for two years
While roommates fed you
One your own girlfriend
Watched you bathe in decay
Until maggots ate your soul.
I pray you are in peace.
Somewhere able to dream.
Living.
Stuck between materials
Caged between ideas
Tortured by thoughts
Confined to a place of enormity
Obesity
Became you
There was no place heaven could hold you
Within this society
Two years rotting within yourself
Bodily decay
Death a thousand times
Before your body off to lay
A story silenced by the media
A plight hushed by guilt
Harm done to no one
But perception
Harm done to all
Through this perception.
You were fed to sit alive
Rocking in a chair for years
Could you even rock?
Did you watch TV?
What did you do all day for two years?
While your body became glued to itself
Ate your soul alive
I wonder how long ago did your dreams die?
When did you stop having faith in humanity?
When did you loose hope in tomorrow being better than today?
Since those two did continue to feed you
Yet
Not bath you
Not help you
When did you want to die?
After cursing your flesh repeatedly.
Your nightmares living in front of you
Never desiring to be the reality you see.
Molding into a flesh of fabric
Molding from decay and maggots
If you could read the comments
Beneath the articles
The question of life
Insensitivity
Inhumane actions
Accountability
Who is responsible for this?
I realize no one knows your story...
But who let's someone live
Breathing death
For two years in same sitting position
While life grows around them
And death seeps between them
Eating away flesh
And leaving your being hollow
Full of misery
What kind of love is that?
As your girlfriend
Feeds you your daily meals
What kind of love is that?
I wonder what happened to you
On the day you last sat down
And never rose...
I wonder if you fell asleep in peace.
Unconscious to the life you never wanted to live.
Dreaming of your next meal,
Your next bath
Your next hug,
Touching your toes,
Scratching your back,
Getting your own glass of water,
A walk in the park
If you would ever have kids,
Seeing family,
Dating,
Have you ever been on a date that set your world anew?
Did you dream of loving yourself?
Since most think you didn't.
Your next kiss,
Intimacy,
You'd been without sex for over two years,
I wonder if you even desired being touched again,
I wonder if you dreamed of love,
Did you even dream anymore?
I wonder how long ago did you die
Before they found your body,
Growing in the chair
Stuck for two years
While roommates fed you
One your own girlfriend
Watched you bathe in decay
Until maggots ate your soul.
I pray you are in peace.
Somewhere able to dream.
Living.
... okay ... whew! ... deep deep deep ... you took me there ... i was there ... my heart heavy for those 2 years ... and hoping with you ... they are somewhere living!
... please make yourself at home ... 