So tired of looking at these four walls
The empty streets down below
I am not sick, on my knees I fall
I should be able to get dressed and go
But for the moment I am stuck
In this gothic tale of paranoia and woe
It seems that I am having no luck
Not a cough on me to show
I cannot feel the air outside
Strange temperatures for the middle of May
I am stuck, as though I must always hide
In this apartment forever I must stay
At some point this nightmare will end
On this prayer I depend
©tanyamills
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