Waking up in the morning,
all to familiar.
I feel those sticky remains under my eyes.
I hear the rain tickling,
then banging on the windows,
chaos leaking in.
I walk these halls,
painted and dark.
Poisoned by tears,
I trace my thoughts back to when I was warm.
I'm too cold now,
and alone.
Lacking strength,
I stare at my reflection
and drown my face in tepid water.
Giving up on beauty,
I fall to my knees and the tiles.
Abandoned and left astray,
sorry and incomplete,
fading into the cracks
and the white, pristine floor.
No one is coming to save me. |
