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Sheltered,

Captive within ashen plastered walls,

Fleeting lucidness.

A moment of disoriented consciousness,

Dragged internally through a gasping breath.

The dance begins. 

Dissipation.

Exhalation.

Once again

We sit at your table,

Speak on your terms,

Negotiate, rather,

plea our case,

For freedom,

For mercy.

Drowning within your deafening silence

Crushed beneath the gravity of circumstance,

Your gaze fractionates my very existence 

Into a prism of caustic beliefs

Eroding the foundation of any remnants of sanity,

Until the vessel you’ve chosen to conceal your true nature,

Meets my gaze.

The face of a beast,

Indistinguishable from my own,

Yet to this sinister maestro 

I am but a guest,

As his enigmatic symphony

Travels endlessly throughout the void.