Drenched flies behind the door
Cigarette voices fill the halls
Their laughs like coughs
They disgust
I am self obsessed
I want to understand
I don't but am aware of the paradox
This feeling runs deep
It lays dormant in the pits of my delusions
It has no face
It speaks no language
It's strike at time subtle
Leaves me bleeding out screaming
Moment to moment
Thought to thought
Light to shapes
What lies
Taken back I soak it in a sea of black
Stressed, I open looking for a blank to concentrate
Thought to thought
Moments back
What can be done
Nothing was said so I reflect
I stumble to tie the lines
Run and run
In my mind I am free
And I run scene to scene
I run to know I'm free
Scene to scene
Blessed memories
Made of components alike
Made in levels
Children with a complex
We pulse on
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