Cold fingers tap at the pane of glass
smudges tear across the surface
he thinks that someone will hear him through the glass
he thinks this cold slab can bring him joy
when he is actually slipping
further
and further
away
losing touch with reality
all for a bit of fun.
It's all entertainment until you lose your soul,
until there's nothing left to give.
Tap, tap, tap.
He taps on the glass, but no one hears him.
When will he understand that they never will?
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