Wilting discoloration
Frame after frame
Passes through the light

I'm losing track of days
Not knowing where they started
Or where they ended

I'm playing back the days
That voices filled this place


The mail is a mountain
My laundry, the ocean
And I was never...

I was never well

I find that I repeat myself

I'm falling once again
To a cycle that is flawed
And kills the time within itself

And how can I move forward
When I'm always look back
To the Faces that are gone

And the places that are not home
And always I am thrust back into living once again
Through merciless deliverance of meals and sleep

An ornamental man

The paper descends like embers

Exposing the walls
And I could only think of this:


I survived it all

The answer was never in the movies played

Or in their precious faces
I cannot let them down
I will not let them down

I will live on