≤Center of surrealism, insisting upon deception≥
≤Nickels and dimes lost to wishing wells, aiding one's resurrection≥
≤⟨⟨it was supposed to be like this⟩⟩ said the fool in chains≥
≤He counted the days of lonesomeness, drawing them out in numbers on the gravel wall≥
≤⟨⟨Pinch me where my skin already bleeds⟩⟩ asks the fool in chains≥
≤His worth is duplicated by his words and his thoughts≥
≤And all the closed vents scream in anticipation for what HAS to be said≥
≤But all matters excused, due to poor maintenance, will rise from weariness, to dark recovery≥
≤And while kindness may be labeled as simple, love has no spoken harmony≥
≤⟨⟨leave without notice and it will be your last leave⟩⟩ exclaims the man in chains≥
≤They all do, all did, all will≥
≤And the fire went out at curfew, so I packed my bags and reversed my travels≥
≤Retracing my steps of bare feet, i come to realize, there is no home≥
≤so i just go back to the place where clowns were treated as slaves and fed nothing above grease and adipocere≥
≤The place I once fled but in apparent fashion, forever did define me≥
≤So, one breath left, I say on to those left in this forsaken atmosphere, that no one is worth returning≥
≤So in due timing, i will truly be all alone, forever, again, finally≥
