Lost Soul
Beady eyes and fleshy jowls
Waking neighbors with eerie howls
Prowling along corporate halls
Blood and viscera line the walls
Quivering alone under a chair
Another victim dragged to the lair
Broken bones line the space
Of this most wretched place
I tremble and shake in abject fear
With the nameless one so very near
Breathing out vicious discourses
I sit alone with human resources.
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