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Cattywampus
left right
up down
nowhere to run
trapped
I count my blessings quickly
for I have none,
I light a candle and curse the dark
the web begins to fray
reality breaks
and we are but digital again
I am locked in a box
with three walls
the ceiling is closing in on me
ardently waiting my release,
six thousand moons have past
I have yet to see one
perceiving time as real was a mistake
do not trust what is man made
murdering what ticks with a tock
insanity mocks me
whispering lies in my ear
believable, but still bullshit
stuck in the wires of another
I become corroded
thus, I will be stripped of everything
patiently consumed by the buzz of the electric sun
I wash away my fears with acid, the good kind
my three walls breath, yes I will be forever tripping
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