Even if you leave this room; You could never leave this room
The absences that stay with you
When you break the silence its like nails in my ears
Frantically impatient and it causes so much hate in us
Delusions of persecution
Of perception
Oblique droughts
Enormous disarrangements
Depersonalize the changing emptiness
Theres nothing elegant about defeat
A life largely based on death
My feelings were eaten by wolves on the New Jersey Turnpike
Inside the sarcophagus
Chambers of my mind
You are here
Nameless Hour 
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