Closing walls and shrinking halls
Caffeinated wake up calls
Since satin dreams are just blank screens
And smiles come from ice machines
When Bible nightstand no salvation
For the outside world starvation
Abstract art room service cart
Can't clean the mess that is my heart
So the empty ceiling stares
By these lonely corner chairs
While I find nothing on in there
That would know or even care
For free breakfast care to join
Or just a spot of laundry coin
Before I spend the day in bed
To find no place to rest my head
No early check-out I assume
From Purgatory's hotel room