This Is Hell
By: Tyler Ross
Alone, around a blue lit space. Your words have constructed a pale expression to my face. Darkened and haunted, this record keeps skipping, repeating, “You have been erased.” Adrenaline pulsates, it hurts, and it hurts. Retracing memories, a head swelling with perplexity bursts. Years of embarrassment corrode my heart for placing sentiments of perfection I thought sparked. Humble, you say. A good person decays. Taught to be the one I wanted to see. I set that lesson on fire to burn with everything else I believed. Frankly, I play the part of the man who ignorantly walked off a cliff. Dumbfounded on how I still relatively exist. Jaded and surrounded in this hell. Everything is backwards. Nothing makes sense. Everything wrong for sale wins. Please, I want out. My mind is so far gone. Force-fed too much shit in this world. A world I now doubt. While, still fighting to get out. Nothing makes sense anymore.
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