Is there hope within the prison of despair?
Living life within suburban obscurity
Caught up in a living hell's snare
Fraught with perpetual impurity
Perhaps I will die a recluse
Covered in shards of glass peering up at me
Living a sloth's life in the obtuse
Just nod your head and agree
See your slender body
Peering at mygaping wounds
I'm certain I'm not everything you thought I would embody
Need to keep even keel with the ground
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