Black-Mouthfull of tar
In disgust of everything
Mouth spilling tar
Blast your belongings
Doomed photographs
Cameras of doom
This could be the last belonging left to rot
Memories you can't remember anymore
Just a room, enlightened by TL lighting
You hardly walk as time runs out
And in the end
Crawl, from wounds
scared skin, all wrinkled
frail bones, rusted joints
Entire life
How disgusting- the pavement covered in black spit
Blagh!
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