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The clues are in the walls
words aren't enough,
as I fall into a familiar hole
where the walls are decorated
with inhuman scratches
from a desperate animal,
desperately trying
to be human.
I know this place;
more than I care to admit;
more than I know living;
because it's mine.
the abjectivity to this pain
is like no other,
for pain brought on
by one's own self
is impossible to overcome!
without someone to burden the blame,
the jailor is the prisoner
and both want the key.
the scartches on the walls,
if stared at long enough,
become like a map,
left behind by a primitive man,
showing me the way back
to my salvation.
© Ernist Lost-his-way
as I fall into a familiar hole
where the walls are decorated
with inhuman scratches
from a desperate animal,
desperately trying
to be human.
I know this place;
more than I care to admit;
more than I know living;
because it's mine.
the abjectivity to this pain
is like no other,
for pain brought on
by one's own self
is impossible to overcome!
without someone to burden the blame,
the jailor is the prisoner
and both want the key.
the scartches on the walls,
if stared at long enough,
become like a map,
left behind by a primitive man,
showing me the way back
to my salvation.
© Ernist Lost-his-way
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