Mourning nights between tiled walls.

A neon tube flickering... illuminating the darkness of my mind for a brief spell.

I contain, restrain myself... refrain from doing things i might regret.


These white walls.. where i spend most of my sleep...

Splashing water, rinsing my eyes....

pretending you are filth i can wash away..

A bad dream that fades with sunlight


But is never that easy....


Hours drip by... endless pounding

my head against the wall....

Another pain to block out the other..
End these sounds that cause my anguish..

A self inflicted comatose..

I wish i could sleep my life away..

Yet sometimes release seems so close...

my feet anchored to the ground..

To finally catch my sleep...

My thoughts collide.. converge in purest shape..

The flickering neon light bursting in violence...

Nothing but a dark room.... and this eery feeling... of a stranger watching over my shoulder...

It whispers to me.... and grabs me by the neck

my elegy ending with a sour note...

For i find myself a gibbering wreck

I reach the end of my road


shattering the memorable mirror...

Shoving its shards down my throat.....

And i am found between the blood and coffee

that stained the floor....