Grind.

I’m not enamoured by
glass halls,
marble floors
or doors that
open up with the slightest movement,
because the steps
I take in this
soulless place
trace back to where
I left dying hunger for more,
more money,
more demons,
you can’t put a price on to
buy freedom,
will I be free from this cage
to exercise my free will
at my own volition?
Do I need to resort to
violence to state my position?
Mad condition.

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