I gaze at the ceiling
The tiles all moldy and peeling
My blood is about to boil
The food is starting to spoil
The fridge light blew out
I'm starting to fester doubt
My eyes are ablaze
And for the rest of my days
The seeds of fear shall spread
I hear the whispers of the dead.
It has been weeks
My mind and body reeks
Left alone
You now roam
Leaving me here to rot
You were all I sought.