Halfway through The Zone of Interest, I felt it hit
Trusted a fart—yeah, I misread it
Stood up fast, no time to think
Made a run before I’d sink

Out the row, down the hall
Didn’t care who saw it all
Mid-movie sprint, no looking back
Just trying to stay on track

I’m in my twenties, count it on one hand
Times I’ve done this in a public stand
But there I was, no other choice—
Just me and that echoing noise

What’s more haunting, I can’t decide—
That film’s sound or my pride
Sitting there hearing all that dread
Or what just happened in my head

Halfway through, I lost control
Of the movie—and my role
Either way, I paid the fee—

For the film and the emergencyCold tile floor, fluorescent glare
Staring at myself like, “how’d I get here?”
Was it the nerves? was it the night?
Either way, it didn’t feel right

Went back in, tried to reset
But the film was heavier than before I left
Every sound hit twice as loud
Sitting there, stuck in the crowd

Low, constant, unsettling hum
Like it’s drilling in your lungs
Not music, not silence either—
Just something you can’t get past, either

What’s more haunting, I can’t decide—
That film’s sound or my pride
Sitting there hearing all that dread
Or what just happened in my head

Halfway through, I lost control
Of the movie—and my role
Either way, I paid the fee—
For the film and the emergency

Then those cuts—what were those?
Weird CGI sequences out of nowhere
Inverted colors, strange and off
Didn’t fit, just threw me off
Every time they showed that shift
Felt like the movie lost its grip

I’d flush those CGI edits down the toilet because that’s all it was (shit)

Credits roll, I’m just sitting there
Thinking more about the bathroom scare
Than anything the movie did—
Yeah… that’s how it ended