The light is painfully bright
The bedroom is full of draughts
The match just barely works
And when it does, the cigarette
Just makes me cough
The night reflects in the mirror
A wind swept gale of hail and rain
I’d like to crack my head in two
Leave it lying on the window sill
To wash away
Gate half open swings
Against a wall of rock
Voices seep into my consciousness
Saddest I have ever heard
Blades swaying backwards and forwards in my mind
Meaner than cold sunlight
On a clean switchblade
Images of the past project
As my eyelids shut
Underneath the blankets
I cradle my head
My headache moves into the slow lane
As a black iced cloud of depression
Takes over instead
By MTW
