Nobody on the floor remotely expected it.
To see a face outside their very window pane.
Difficult, being seventeen stories up to explain,
Why all of a sudden, the skyline had in it a bit more Janet.
The mountains on either side are obscured by clouds.
The wailing of the damned can be heard all around you.
Trapped in the hills, they cry because they know not who,
Has decided their fates, and lets the details not escape any mouths.
Silence pervades all. Emptiness consumes.
A void fills my heart, and it grows and grows.
With festering boils, my body and will begin to decompose.
Our flesh is torn asunder by the rats in our tombs.
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