How did I get here
acutely aware
yet obtusely insulated
My hands are corruptly sterile
my life, falsely sanitized
Blinded by the speed of static
to the hurt and pain
that lies bleeding
outside my creaking door
With each passing moment
a soul cries out
a soul dies out
Silenced by the silence
I can't go on living
in this bleached, wretched way
One soul cries out
one soul dies out
no more
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