I lay alone in a hotel room, 7:14

I sung no forgotten sonnet. Honestly

Picked up the phone and screamed

Threw a bundle of papers against the wall

Killed my sleep and murdered my intuition

Pushed my bed into the ocean. Just listened

Young. 21. Hands on heart. Outspoken truth

+ 2, 23. That's me. No use scratching an itch

I wander 4 corners. Sunken refuse extends

Curtain covered window life from the outside in

Kept it clotted. Your advances were knotted in rope

But I slowed down. Peeled back and removed the wound

Took a tumble inside. Let the dream die

Wilted in agony. Placed my feet onto the cold stone floor

I'm not me anymore. I payed for this, yes?

It was then I took a life, an idea. Just like I haven't said...