My room
Within
the depths of uncharted inception
Reality
fades entangled in perception
Lost
in a haze as if my alarm was the interruption
Everything
was lost in translation for an infection
These
walls stand bare, devoid of emotion
A simple
home a solitary devotion
Devoured
from the inside like a cremation
Burning
from treatment as an infestation
Inside
this mansion loneliness resides,
An
echo of solitude where darkness hides
But
amidst the silence a flicker of hope may gleam
For
even in isolation, I still scream
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