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A Dull Daze

Stagnant and thoughtless

No Emotions,

No Motivation

Whitewashed room

Living to consume

Mold climbs across the ceiling

Engulfing everything

As you sit and watch, it seems rapid but time crawls by the same

The room pulsates and the mold grows.

If you valued your life you’d get up and leave

But the mold’s more alive than it’s lonely observer

Sitting on your ass

Rotting behind cold eyes

Bacteria consume your flesh

Assuming your dead

If it wasn’t for that wet spot on the ground

It’d be like you were never even there.