I'm becoming slow
mechanical
I'm burning like a candle
held (away) too long.
In this endless wait
in this torn down house
I'm laying (me) restless
behind the dirty glass
...and all the world is like
an avalanche of stones.
I'm bringing back the pain
the unbearable blame
(The time) spent in a corporate tomb
with no sun or moon.
Speaking without sound
screaming in the distance
bring me back to life
Unloved.
Unseen.
Petrified.
Slow-burn.
Nothing.
Nothing.
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