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The Projectionist's Pain
The ink stained poet.

Mindlessly wandering through these halls.
Around and around and around.
The ink fills my lungs once more,
And yet, I never truly drowned.

The projector's light's my vision,
Lighting up these many halls.
Animated scenes of the little devil darling.
Lining each and every wall.

Littered corpses scattered around the maze.
Each equipped with an ink stained heart.
This endless maze is my personal hell.
The pain slowly ripping me apart.

Trapped in this eternal loop.
Never to be freed.
Is it wistful to dream of the impossible?
Or is it just selfish greed?