I’m alone in my room,
And it feels like a tomb.

There’s deep and there’s empty.
It fills my small belly.

Like diamonds and gold inside of my ears.
Like salt and sweat, mixed with my tears.

The lights are low and it’s dark and cold.
The sun through the window feels bright and bold.

A canary sang until she was dead.
She choked and cried as her body bled.

I’ll lay all day as I waste away.
I’ll fool myself, and then I will pray.

I’ll spray hydrogen peroxide until I feel clean.
The sun dips below the ridge of the ravine.

I’m hollowed out inside of this room.
It’s cold and empty and reeks of gloom.

Death in the air and death in my eyes.
Speak once, speak twice, in riddles and lies.

Their words twist and tear.
There is filth in the air.

With my head on the wall.
My mind’s covered in scrawl.

I can hear them screaming.
I should be dreaming.

The days pass by in a hazy blur.
My words lose meaning, and begin to slur.

Inside of this room, I’m losing my time.
Inside of this room, I’m covered in grime.

Filth and sweat, caking my skin.
Sweet and sour, shrouded in sin.

Burning with agony.
Losing my sanity.

The void’s words bloom.
Inside of this room.