subconscious junkhouse 

All the stuff shoved abandoned to rust
It’s a subconscious junkhouse
It’s like a hoarder’s paradise
I’m lost in here, wandering, wondering
Wondering why and mutterings 
Lost like a meerkat in a maze
Replaying the timeloops and dailies
Asking question after question
Of some omnipotent entity, diety
And of course, there just are no fucking answers
I’m so angry, forced to turn and run
Turn corner after corner
Smash into walls covered in emotional graffiti
Like a damned bottle fly on a windowpane
With no one to hear my lame ass distress calls



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