fuck you from room 256

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sinking into painstaking isolation
faltering at your blatant degradation
broken, stifled, cold
not even a clock’s hand to hold
silence floods my ears
every minute takes a year
cries from down the hall
another unanswered call
what do you think of us when you’re alone?
are we all just flesh and bone?
bodies to fill the beds
so you can feed your heads
pretending to care and understand
instead you patronize and reprimand
i hope you choke on your lies
i see right through you with crazed eyes
but someday i will escape this place
and you’ll still be here running in your liars’ race

Created: Aug 06, 2012

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