Thoughts on The Bathhouse

They say that nothing becomes erratic within these walls.
they say that this space ruptures us

and nothing becomes something within these walls.
and something is a disturbing thing to be.

thoughts dissipate, peace and quiet becomes angry violence
air turns to poison within these walls

those with no purpose, those without faces
we become torment, within these walls

aimless rage,
endless war

let my vision die
while i eat my neighbor

swallow him whole

i am death within these walls

tear you to shreds,
and bathe in your blood.

this faceless pride
takes my mind

spitting poison
breathing smoke

i’ve lost my mind
within these walls,

let the others have their disaster
let the others kill themselves within these walls

but let me flee
to regain who i am to be

outside of these walls