An abandoned space,
Offering no warmth, there is only-
The taint of spilled beer
On the lipless walls,
The pollution of over-hasty excrement
Hanging in the air,
The promise of release in the drained syringes
lying exhausted on the floor.
A space so silent
You can almost hear
The whisper of your sanity sliding
out the space underneath the door,
Leaving behind madness,
With it's hungry gaping grin.
A cold clenches the lungs with angry fists. You cant
.....breathe. And all that is squeezed out of you in the end
Are sharp tears thick and portentous as a newborn babys choked
cries
As it enters our world.
