Stale musky pillow clings to cold sweaty cheek,
Spent, steely dampness unmitigated by lone dying candle,
Room taunts with shadowy empty spaces,
Ceilings drip condescention from a mile above,
Eyes blackened, burned out with fear,
Dry tears grind like sand,
Lungs tide with hopeless anxiety,
Pain...relentless,
Alive within this,
Wasted...adrift,
Sold Out...miffed,
Alone... enclosed,
despised...disposed,
Nothing seems to fill it,
Nothing seems to kill it,
Who's hand is this? who's breath?
Who is dealing this cruel death?
There's two of me here to lose now,
Which one to choose? How?
BSW (2003)
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