Ceiling stains like open wounds Yellow floors in empty rooms No horizon, just repeat Patterned space beneath my feet Every corner bends away Same old color, different day Lost in the backrooms, nowhere leads Endless rows with silent needs Numbers fade, the signs don’t guide I stay in motion just to hide Muffled sounds behind the thin Endless layers folding in Air is still, and time is wrong Like I've been here far too long I forget what brought me through Nothing left to hold onto Lost in the backrooms, split from place Every inch repeats the same face Thought I'd left, but here I stand Trapped in outlines drawn by hand Tile by tile, the ground replays Every path betrays the gaze Light is flat, it offers none Only shades of what was done No return, no names to call Only sound without a fall Drift along with no way out Kept inside this creeping doubt
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