rented walls of stone and concrete, dark, cold and thin
countless cracks, like stretch marks on skin
tried to fit in a prison cell, build by hand
perfectly planned by our ambition: kindness must end
stuck on a time loop, waking to same damn morning again and again
stuck to sheets prying self off to get up, knees bend
alter, deter and alienate, that's what you are good on dwelling
perfectly familiar, stale and rotting, our own doing
like a hospice, gloom and hatred rain
faithless, tired and rotting, nothing is left to gain
felt like waiting for the hangman to do the deed
noticed way too late, you already did
russian circles - you already did
emr sag