The walls seem to speak in the dark,
maybe it's all the left over marks,
from all the nights I spent screaming and throwing ****.
Or maybe I need to take my pills.
These walls can tell so many tales,
but you have to read the braille.
During the day that is.
As night falls and illusions form,
the walls become somewhat out of the norm.
Eyes appear of the greenest of hues,
and the most jagged edges for mouths.
These walls, they never shut up once they get going.
Bestowing unwanted knowledge upon innocents.
However, as the morning sun rises,
They return to their nearly normal guises