Within these walls, my blue cocoon,
Climb dirty plates and coffee cups.
My paintings hang uneven, slant,
On crumbling walls whose cracks i feel.
A button's pushed, the T.V sleeps.
The one-eyed God sleeps standing,
As a ghost of night that dreams of days
On an unmade bed in limbo lays.
Beneath the sheets my shadow rolls,
I twist and turn in turmoil.
My pulse pumps out a beat beserk.
In a sea of sweat i'm drowning.