the sound of the glass is deafening as i watch the ashtray fall
down, down, ashes spreading hopelessly covering the barren floor
adrenaline runs through my veins as i glance toward the imposing door
its crowding my formation of thoughts slowly slowly disintegrating
the walls pound pound pound sanity slips away wallpaper fading
till my mouth rolls on the inside thickness trickles around
my mouth sustains the taste reliving the years before
the waves are pulling in feverishly in close proximity to the window shore
the heat consumes my body sweat doubles as second skin to my vulnerability
my clothes are stuck to me as though years and years of clinging
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