Vomitification

Thursday, March 23, 2006

run

run from wall to wall
run across the floor
run beneath the war
run to the door

but the door isnt there

the windows shut tight

the walls painted white

the lights blinding bright

i feel so suffocated

my breaths are cut short

this angst ever amounting

i down a mind of shot

i seek alienation

i find troubles of life

i smiled in jubilation

only to fall into downward plight

run from wall to wall

run across the floor

run beneath the war

run into the door

but the door was never there