Walled Off

Damned to a parasitical world,

detained to this void

that bleeds me dry

 

In the worst possible universe,

confined to a place that is becoming

a repetitive simulation of monotony

 

Where my soul is trapped in the masonry,

in honey combed layers of personality,

 

Caught in a vortex of triangles,

behind a matrix of numbers,

waiting to break the cycle,

 

That has kept me insane

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