Years spent observing
The plaster crack
And linoleum peel.
Every dawn and dusk,
Spent alone with Solitude,
Witnessing civilization decline,
Through maggot corroded eyes,
And constantly posing the question
Are you really dead,
If no one knew you lived?
Alas, my carcass still awaits
Reprieve at the gates,
Alone.
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