I'm stuck in this room Trapped by the decaying white walls That I scrape away at, Mindlessly, as I shift From medicated dreams to Manic insomnia. I thought the last thing I said to you was Don't leave me here.
My eyes bleed As I try to remove the demons Infesting me, Creeping through my lashes Into my irises. The droplets stain the walls, Fingerprinting my frenzied panic, Echoing the last thing I said to you. Why did you leave me here?
The air is intoxicating, Shifting from breathlessness to weightlessness. I'm sure they poison me here. And you, the fallen angel of my thoughts, You fiendish whisperer, You have felt my fear, Witnessed its brutality In its shifting manifestations, But still you left me here.
This poem was inspired by artwork by Tracey Emin of the same name.