As I stand at the eye of the factory, dark smog engulfs my lungs, leaving me struggling for breath. Gazing out through the grimy bars of the window toward the sky, I'm blinded by the evil haze, rendering me sightless to see the love of my life. The horrible smoke grasps onto my limbs like desperate ghostly hands as I sway, leaving shadows etched onto my skin. I've never liked this job; I've never liked this place. It’s a relentless, soul-crushing cycle. Damn you, black fog, why must you leave me in despair?
The factory is a cacophony of metal machinery. Cogs and wheels grind against each other so vigorously that I can taste the metal chipping off them. The noise is deafening: CLANG! BANG!. CHK! I am a naylor! CHK! I am a naylor! CHK! I am …show more content…
Their estate, their clothes, their meals, and don’t get me started on their lasses. O’ the glamorous nymphs, like Aphrodite, they are treated like glass sculptures. A life more royal than the queen, beauty more heavenly than the goddess herself. Wearing clothes more elegant than a peacock’s feathers, and each step her feet take is more majestic than a mare’s stride. My frail weak arms couldn’t keep hold of them for dear life. My weak bony knees couldn’t dabble a step during the ball if us fellows were ever allowed to even take a glance at a fancy hall filled with money-hungry bastards and damsels in heels that tower over any suit. O’ the envy that courses through every breath in my poisoned lungs. It doesn’t escape, it can’t escape, it won’t escape. If only I were in their shoes, living, laughing. loving. This life doesn’t give me a lot. Yet more than one needs to live, less than one needs to die. It’s one step forward, four steps back.
However, I keep one thing in mind. One person. One sign of hope, a sigh. One reason to wake up. O’ The love of my life. I don’t know her name, and she doesn’t even know I exist. I am no knight in shining armor that's slain a dragon to bring to her. I was only a prisoner in her
The factory is a cacophony of metal machinery. Cogs and wheels grind against each other so vigorously that I can taste the metal chipping off them. The noise is deafening: CLANG! BANG!. CHK! I am a naylor! CHK! I am a naylor! CHK! I am …show more content…
Their estate, their clothes, their meals, and don’t get me started on their lasses. O’ the glamorous nymphs, like Aphrodite, they are treated like glass sculptures. A life more royal than the queen, beauty more heavenly than the goddess herself. Wearing clothes more elegant than a peacock’s feathers, and each step her feet take is more majestic than a mare’s stride. My frail weak arms couldn’t keep hold of them for dear life. My weak bony knees couldn’t dabble a step during the ball if us fellows were ever allowed to even take a glance at a fancy hall filled with money-hungry bastards and damsels in heels that tower over any suit. O’ the envy that courses through every breath in my poisoned lungs. It doesn’t escape, it can’t escape, it won’t escape. If only I were in their shoes, living, laughing. loving. This life doesn’t give me a lot. Yet more than one needs to live, less than one needs to die. It’s one step forward, four steps back.
However, I keep one thing in mind. One person. One sign of hope, a sigh. One reason to wake up. O’ The love of my life. I don’t know her name, and she doesn’t even know I exist. I am no knight in shining armor that's slain a dragon to bring to her. I was only a prisoner in her