Abandoned, alone in this room, rare for my kind. I’m haunted by a monochrome madness. It leaches from the bare walls, spilling forth the stuff of nightmares.

Those few who dare enter, scamper through like rodents fearing a greater presence.
I don’t have that freedom, I stand waiting in shaft of light, I have no other options.

It is the purpose of my existence;
why else am I here?

Please someone stay; please sit on me.


Oh, people!
Italian guys!
And they are carrying a bloody guy.
He looks like he needs a seat.

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