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She was living in a little box, she knew
Putting people into checkered black and white grounds
Ticking and crossing off those unending lists
Massaging her temples, taking shallow breaths
Rummaging through the cold room
Searching for something-- anything
The pictures of happy faces crash down
Checkmate
She was consuming caffeine like oxygen
Walking amidst red lights and screeching sounds
Her ears bleeding like her heart
The office blurring into the background
The shouts and insults melting into a haze
She knew there was more noise in her head than on the streets
The lights dim o
ut
Checkmate
Crowded streets hung with an air of lonesomeness
Tall dark building shrouded against pale skies
Even the sweet birds have turned to black ink
Seeping into her soul
The city has caught on fire as she walks on
The laughter dies down
Checkmate
Her face white like her thin bedsheet
The bright light too painful for her
The house dark cold and numb
The bed all crinkled up
In the moonlight, her empty eyes glisten
The colors die out
Checkmate
The world around her now black and white
Listen to the song of hopelessness
Checkmate
