Anthony Ruptak - Backrooms

We've come a long way
From where we were
Roaming in the hallways
Of the empty church

Waiting for mom
To punch the clock
The softness of the carpets
Beneath our socks

Under the stairwell
Our little faces lit up in the electric glare
Of the Oregon Trail
Heaven or hell
Choose your own adventure
Are we still there
Shooting the buffaloes dead

I was driving ninety
Out to your house
Cause you were drunk and starving
You said you wanted out

Picking at your fingers
Looked like you'd seen a ghost
Hanging sheets and blankets
A stranger in your home

Under a blue veil
Our little synapses firing
Postictal shell
Of your former self
Heaven or hell
We never left the backrooms
Are we still there
Shooting the buffaloes dead

Written by:
Kyle Ruptak

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