ELEVATOR
they watch and waitchange the channel
always regret
the morning after
the negativity in empty spaces
the lush grandeur in prideful places
caught in the middle
of something incredible
there is no mystery anymore
death at my door
one more floor
pick an elevator and die there
each and every time we lie
there is consequence
in a sequence
a deliverance of unintended delusions
to someone you hold dear
but keep far away and clear
never stand too near to the places you fear
we cant breathe in closed spaces
highest elevations
leave us gasping for morality
in a world gone completely
asymptomatic
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