Tunnel Vision
In the night
In the dark
No fright
No sight
Intoxication
Tunnel vision
Blurred wisdoms
Emotions burned
Heart of ice
Poetry stagnant
Swamps frozen
Sperm on a dead end street
With all my might
I rise
Fall of chair
If only I could walk
If only there was fresh air
Locked inside my own insanity
In the basement lies my corpse
The museum of lost lovers
All gathered
The paintings on the walls
From concrete fallen
Made of waterfalls
Everyone is running around killing everyone
Barrel bombs and barrels of fun for tyrants numb
Here I am alone, killing only me
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