Listening to the falling sands the muses reflection guides me
The clack clack of the overhead fan
Is only drowned out by the cycling of the aircon
Cooling a tepid body in need of reprise
Searching for solace as a mind screams in the colour blue
Smatterings of black shaded in darker shades of black
Smeared on the walls now
Clack clack
You shouldn't see me like this
A trembling hand reached for the light switch
Located next to the door as thousands
No millions
Of fingerprint etched switches found elsewhere outside of this room
I seem to remember the sun as it peered from the cracks in the sky
It warmed Im sure
Fading as a memory given no love
This heart beats still a silent tattoo
Coursing acid through veins long since collapsed
Nails grotesquely curl uncut for millennia
Yesterday was only then
Or was it a lifetime ago
I forget
© 2013 Adrian AIDZ Giannini
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