Theres black filth congregating in the crevice of every ninety degree angle in this building
The woodgrain in the floor invites me to melt into its stream down the hallway through the cracks into the grimy kitchen below
There are ghosts cooking there
Ghosts pacing the hallway where their corporeal form bade them farewell
Ghosts outside lifting weights and running calisthenic circuits
As though there were any merit in the shape of their supernatural form
As though the taste of chicken tenders and french fries still satiated their desire for self destruction
As though the world was still waiting for them, hand outstretched to
Wakeupeatgotoworkeatbacktoworkeat
Pay your bills
Sleep
This is no life for us ghosts -- we soon-will-have-beens -- we memories-waiting-to-fade -- we destined-to-be-soon-to-be-forgottens -- we clinging-to-what-is-nows
All who will not have ears one day had better listen.
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 3:02 PM UTC
Theres black filth congregating in the crevice of every ninety degree angle in this building
The woodgrain in the floor invites me to melt into its stream down the hallway through the cracks into the grimy kitchen below
There are ghosts cooking there
Ghosts pacing the hallway where their corporeal form bade them farewell
Ghosts outside lifting weights and running calisthenic circuits
As though there were any merit in the shape of their supernatural form
As though the taste of chicken tenders and french fries still satiated their desire for self destruction
As though the world was still waiting for them, hand outstretched to
Wakeupeatgotoworkeatbacktoworkeat
Pay your bills
Sleep
This is no life for us ghosts -- we soon-will-have-beens -- we memories-waiting-to-fade -- we destined-to-be-soon-to-be-forgottens -- we clinging-to-what-is-nows
All who will not have ears one day had better listen.
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