Smoldering beauty and rotten faces.
Unseened films and titles of this life.
Noise and crushing dissonance of the mob.
I find salvation from it all even without movement.
Yet still the city's lights are fading away.
And I overcome another lifeless day.
Closing the window, pretending to be alive.
Until complete dissolution and transparency.
Further from this atmosphere of decay.
And an endless combination of moments.
My world deformed and distorted.
Turning into a new and sterile form.
Disgusting and alien to some.
Yet so pure and desired by me.
With each hour I drive the needles deeper into my arms.
While the darkness pressing out the glasses of my windows.
I move like a spirit beside your eyes.
Locked up in my room, motionless.
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