Staring into the whites
Of blank walls
Overwhelmed by the emptiness
Of it all
No art or culture
Does it grace
Just an empty
Never ending space
My nails cut
Into my hand
Blood dripping
As I ran
In the wheel
Of todays
No turning back
To yesterdays
I leapt into space
The blank wall
With no face
Blood dripping
From shallow wounds
I hit that void
A raging monsoon
Blood splattered
A blazing red
Those lovely walls
Can now be read
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