i have my own wall
in my brain,
only me trying to climb it,
only me trying to break it.
getting outside the wall
is my own business.
is there anybody out there?
is there anybody to hear me?
and there is.
there is even someone to answer,
a humming voice all over my head:
don't you dare to get outside the wall.
there's a filthy black stream,
an embodiment of destruction that needs to be kept.
do you want the whole world to sink?
do you want all of your loved ones to choke?
are you really that ruthless?
don't you
fucking
dare,
sit here, sit silent,
you just want to be good, don't you?
so i nod
and bend down
to take another brick,
to put it onto the wall.
my wall
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