I'm tragically alone In the bed Of my own desires Which shrieks And groans Under my weight And the piercing sound Of its cries Richochets ceaselessly Off the gray walls That incarcerates My restless body And brutally afflicts me With an excruciating pain Is this the fate To which i'm bound To slowly rot And woefully succumb Staring at the Surreal visage Of my unfulfilled wishes With wrinkled eyes On the sunken Ceiling above Or will i hear A muffled knock On the rusted doors And a balmy fragrance Of blissful serendipity Would gently renew My weary senses And slacken The reluctant grip Of resignation Seizing my muscles I wish i knew I really do