Ungreased wheels on my chair,
No one to push,no one to pull,
Rolling, struggling to get out of the room
A room with no light and no direction.

A room with no floors,
Only heavy rains seeping into the ground
Fighting to pull the wheels, another round,
Stuck in the clingy clay swamps

No sounds, but the beating of the heart.
Deafening, piercing the drums with screams.
Thousands upon thousands of voices
Taunting and teasing but no one in sight

Oddity of friends gather round.
Droplets of blood running down the arm
Each gaining it's own name.
Razors become an invite to friendship

A bug in the corner, a man that doesnt exist.
Friends long sense gone
And notes left to yourself.
Become a ray of hope,  but nothing more.

Mornings light mocks the soul
A reminder that no one is here.
Courage and cowardice go hand in hand
As the blade sends the rsvp