Standing in the centre of this sprawling metropolis, an industrial cage, miserable, cold and oppressive. Dark clouds drift over, and I’ve looked at them from both sides. There is no silver lining…
Clocks tick, counting down the hours ’til midnight’s chime. The air turns slowly sour, raindrops brush my cheek, and the suicide machines close in. Fear envelops me, the same old thoughts play in my mind. There is no escape…
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