You could never perceive me

No matter how hard you tried

An indistinct soul lingering

Embedded in my weary flesh

A few hundred doors

Locked tight from the inside

The keys too rusted and eroded for use.

A heart that beats oddly

Filling my veins full of vermillion

Something of a poison

Marching with the hourglass

My eyes behold the cracks

As they refuse to shatter

Everyone stands silent, not quite aware.

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