This is my existence, withdrawn from the world Constructive fantasies deny my negligence
Filth within this repulsive realm
The bright screen gouges my eyes with sandpaper fingers, sapping my will and enhancing my torpor
The sun rises outside, I remain in darkness. Losing track of time. Losing track of my life
Uuuuugh.... isolated...
None can enter, I can hear them lurking outside. Amenities broken, No-one to help me
I lie on the floor beside my septic throne, my body riddled with bedsores.
Ammoniac reek, noxious vapours
Too weak, too torpid to clear the shit that taints my open wounds
Rot within this slovenly tomb
I lie on the floor. My projects, never finished, beside me rotting to dust My body forgotten nside this disposable mausoleum. My final epitaph a rusting carapace in the weeds. For those who pass by on the rails never look out the window to acknowledge this eyesore within which I dwell, a desiccated corpse, alone...
Forgotten! Within this mobile home slated to be torn to the ground None will ever know that once I lived within these walls Forgotten! No family, no legacy, none to mourn. A life worthlessly lived, so readily ... discarded!
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