The Let's Play Archive

I Fell From Grace

by Bacter

Part 13: Blow - Office Talk



If it is the office:



If the office is hell



If it stretches our talk
and pulls our thoughts paper-thin







If it fosters the bloodsoaked, if it serves up the remnant



If it unwinds our empathy, if it dulls our intent





If it makes us hyenas, cawing crows





To gnash and gnarl at each other, while both dying





If it turns the brains into mush, and the heart into ash





It is this office.