Lost and found, turned around, I find myself divided.
Upside down, trapped in the sound of the world they have provided.
The years I've spent, the time I've lost, falling every day...
I fight, I scratch, I bite and claw, but nothing seems to change.
Confined within a hollow Earth, built from broken men.
Blood staining the floor and every inch of everything it can.
Walls, ceilings, bodies and hands, the madness slowly envelopes...
...it is here where I am lost and trapped...as my eternity slowly develops...
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It's the world I know through a screen,
Everything I've seen in this scene,
Slowly draping itself around me,
Forcing me to wait and not be involved,
With the world I helped revolve,
Trapped in a mystery I cannot solve...
...but I can't wait for long...
That's just not me.
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04/20/19
The autumn air whipped at my back. The concrete ceiling floor below my boots felt like home after walking the thirty or so flights of stairs to the top. I've always hated elevators. Something about vertigo and the intense, migraine headaches and dizziness. I've felt since I was younger. I wear a mask, a half-heart mask... hiding myself from the world around me. My gloved hands gripped the bannister tightly as I gazed out at the city of Biloxi. I stood here, taking it all in and feeling its aura surround me...
Mississippi felt as right a place as any other to begin...
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