Waking up to the mirage of a sunny day
Where my walls are as stiff as they are frozen
Blanket, shattering in half by my unveiled breath
The lungs of my room cut short by a hollowed basement
Still, everything is so completely still
Nothingness wraps around all fabric and tenement
Silence slapping its oblivion on every space and atom
Where not a single voice can break through this house of ice
Even the mirror across my bed is quivering
Seeing myself shake every muscle with eyes cold, half open
Even the silent hum of the outside world has stopped
Stillness that even nature itself can’t define
I wake barefoot to toes too numb to bend
The floor like a frozen lake of broken glass
Crawling through the antithesis of a wooden underworld
Where the other side is answered with crooked doors
Driving my nails into my frozen habitat
The smell of cold air piercing into my mind
Creating chemical numbness mixed with black boredom
In every call being answered by my own loneliness
“Hermes!” I called from my world of blue,
“Take me away from the shackles of my own breath!”
“Bring to me the relief of another world!”
“Eclipse your gifts with the blackness of my own existence!”