Wincing through dilated darkness Craving constant refuge from this Groveling ungracefully for what is I Nothing is found - my mind left awry In these quailing queries I dissipate Towards life I sire ample hate Soon I shall swoon into this void Resisting existing as society’s android A damned mortal fused in mayhem Enveloping corners - no chance of whim Dismayed, decayed, and deprived My mind, imprisoned and rived Any trace of happiness faces exile Quenching the very sours of life’s bile All these smiles thaw from mental warps Each one scurries and bleeds from my corpse Desensitized and numb I wait for it to come… my asylum I am… as if you cannot see… My own refugee…
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