No Time To Breath

Mentally ill, yet another grey pill,
For how can you breathe if there's no time to kill,
Not a second to spare, just a blur of bright air,
A crescendo of colours whips hues through your hair.

COLD
C o f f e e s t a i n s a n d
O f f i c e p a p e r s
D a r k a n d l i f e l e s s
P l a s t i c c a p e r s
SHARP
TastesAndFlavoursFused
TogetherFormingMerging
WithThe
Weather

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CLOCKduthWHIRR
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R u n r u n c h a s i n g
fastasyoucan
You can't catch me
I'm the CORPORATE MAN