Brick by brick
Til there's no sound...
Entombed...
The brackish stench grows...
Clings like failure... does
I can't think of the future
Gain nothing from life
Struggle to find real meaning
It's devastating...
I can not help but join the dots
I can't help but see the bias
The heart of the wound
What's this subject?
Feel like a target
Gang-stalked
Under grey eyes
Dire monuments
I am not your object
I'm not content
Walled in rotting
Flawed patterns
Walled in rotting
Flawed patterns repeat
Walled in rotting
There is no escape