morning lights peeks through the door i walk across the screaming floor not mindful of the blood that drips nor obvious to the pain that seeps into the crimson carpet of despair i wonder how darkness got there the door showed no signs of entry yet last night the bottles weren't empty i like to think that these kind of days are something i'm not really meant to face maybe one day it will all cease let not that day be when i shall decease for i wish to live life so unlike now yet my mind violently demands how the rooms here rattle as i walk across synchronized not to life's ability to pause and how it makes you feel like you're gone or maybe in two places instead of one.
i want to post a poem today but i really can't think of a title. help me, maybe?