she is not the architect; she's the architecture
she's in the walls, the ceiling, the basement - and she is not alone
you are there - not the architect, either;
this is not a place to create, you are but allowed to admire
you are there, frozen, you can't get any closer -
try to leave, but you won't be able to open all these doors
that's what she does - she likes you best when you're like a ghost:
transparent, only she can see you,
and every time she looks away, you just cease to exist
your future. is viole(n)t. or nothing all.
and you don't know it yet -
even if you did, it wouldn't make a fucking difference,
cause you don't get to choose -
but nothing would be better than rotting away in this prison, forever.
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