I find myself carrying water,
Purified, In this hallway,
Down the sloped ramp,
Towards the door.
I hear the infernal hissing,
All around,
And the car outside,
The headlights switch off.
All the lights go out,
I continue walking,
Towards the door.
It never gets closer,
No matter how much I
Push!
I cannot reach the handle.
The rain outside begins falling,
Towards the sky,
And I hear the hissing,
Infernal.
All the stars go out,
I continue walking,
Towards the door.
Collapsed, I fall,
This defeat means everything,
And I cannot stand your hissing!
Snake!
I can sense the eternity of this place,
I can smell its rotten core,
My torn assemblies are belly up,
I want out! Out!
And then I stand up,
Pick up my purified water,
And walk out the door.



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