Today I rose to the sounds of my own lobotomy
with the sun sneaking into my cell
and a stranger shouting profanities outside my hole.
The day does not welcome me kindly.
It teases me like a whore with the promise of infection
but I must play my part in it.
There is much to be said,though from lips so dead
this failed tongue as of late.
The joys and pains,insignificant and mundane.
Be at ease children of the night that play
It is forever night that I pray for this day.
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