4
Four, always four
The endless insanity of the infinite
I stood, looked to see
I opened up the door
Again, four
Never more, just four
Repeat like a broken record
The static hiss that begins just before
Stained carpets, muddy floor
Empty coffee cups
Cigarette burns on the curtain
Please, please, no more
Screaming in the dark like a broken doll
All the pieces of the mirror
Shattered on the floor
Please, not more, just four
But not anymore
17:50
I’m tired of death
Like 16:30 in a crack house
Yellow, fading light of dusk coming
Cigarette burnt lace curtains
I’m tired of life
Lungs filled with ash and dust
Reflected life in broken windows
Diseased, unable to move
I’m tired of staring at the ceiling
Waiting for the same damaged dawn
Pieces of dreams litter the floor
Staining the carpets with memory
I’m drowning, I don’t care
I’m at the inevitable collapse
Diluted, a dirty blocked drain
I woke here in the dirt
here in the dirt I remain
21:39
There’s a certain freedom
In realising who you are
Yet at that time too you find yourself in chains
As the light appears in which you can see
So a new darkness consumes you
Till the emptiness is all that remains
A realisation, that all is for nothing
That every dream, desire and memory
Is a pointless moment in eternity
That the love, possessions and purpose
Are no more than a misleading illusion
And life is nothing but temporary