In this room... It's blistered cardboard walls And a monotonous bulb Guttering above me Like a flickering 60 watt sun That forgot how to shine
Surrounded by the scent Of stale cigarettes And the scattered remnants of nightmares Footsteps outside my door Disembodied fragments of men Scurrying down infinite corridors of silence
Leaning out my window Into the sprawling urban night The wafting bouquet of garbage And the relentless symphony Of sirens and screams The ****** on the corner Pacing her purgatory of sidewalks With absent feline grace
I light my last cigarette Burning my throat and stomach Blowing smoke rings of oblivion Towards the bulging cracked ceiling
Scrawling desperate verse To a love in a far distant place Wondering if she'll ever reach me Amidst this wreckage and ruin.
One day they'll find me My silent pen in stigmata death grip With nothing but tattered notebooks And scattered throwaways To mark my earthly sojourn.