Read me outloud It doesn't hit the same without it Empty room yet mind is crowded How to sit and stare up at night sky Without thinking about All the ground and concrete and skyscrapers compressing chest So heavy I'm convinced we'll all sink down into the earth soon enough Not that it really seems to matter anymore I can still feel doom tugging at the corners of being Still see dead faces of everyone flashing through mind "Hello nice to meet you, I can see you rotting in my head" A brisk break room conversation Not that it really seems to matter anymore