The hulking sorrow, muddling its words
Casual is the pariah, drained of nourishment
The sun rises like blight upon the hillside
I’m a machine, rusting under streetlights
Withering memories, haunting my conscious
Tethering silence with fine print, agony whispers
I’m staggering, delusional through these halls
Now a pariah, rotting away from the inside out
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