Surprised neglections, broken mirrors show faded reflections.  The tiles on the floor play while you begin to forget everything.  In and out noises make skin feel absent.  Lights are streaming, and it looks like the scenery is crying.  Fiction plays with the mind.  A wasteland to remove purity and hide pain.  A burned out shell filled with smoke and ****.  Can't find any means to escape. Lay here to discard  any meaning of anything as the system runs on empty.  They beg for an ending that seems fitting.  Yet punishment laughs for they did their own undoing.