Indoor Seashore
Always there is banging on the walls!
What is it today?
Is it a savage beating at the hands of another goon?
Is a man pulled straight from the asylum?
It could be nothing pure or holy at this ungodly hour of 4 in the morning.
The voices of the outside world crescendo
pouring over me
knocking my head backwards
purging all thoughts relating to my own endeavors.
The whispers of the world awake me from my sleep
What is it today?
Is it a savage beating at the hands of another goon?
Is a man pulled straight from the asylum?
It could be nothing pure or holy at this ungodly hour of 4 in the morning.
The voices of the outside world crescendo
pouring over me
knocking my head backwards
purging all thoughts relating to my own endeavors.
The whispers of the world awake me from my sleep
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