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i’m not welcome here

i have nowhere else to go

scratching at the door

map the universe

calculate every outcome

never live a day

business is business

the flies are dropping like flies

but boys will be boys

“will you be the moss?”

i’ll be whatever you want

to stay here like this

i can keep cleaning

but the mould will always win

it will outlive me

a robot creature

that for some reason hates me

“don’t break in my car”

banished as a child

a world inside a painting

slowly rots away

start threading the noose

i’m leaving today, you know

new york fucking sucks

a turn of the wheel

one more solar rotation

please keep on living

having faith in doubt
all metaphysical thought
stems from fear of death

fear creeps up my spine

the sense of being followed

from each dark corner

i’m not welcome here

i have nowhere else to go

scratching at the door

Don’t mistake this for something else