(April 2006)


Taped up and timid
The light how it glimmers through cracks in the wall
In the web of my sheets
The sweat on my feet makes the mind creep and crawl

Minutes like seconds
And hours like eons at a desk in the hall
Ironclad eyelids
Battle the ethics of work till they fall

Mind-numbing madness
Pulls at the sadness and makes me feel small
Candlelit chatter
The dribbling of matter of fact is that all

Sleep like a drug
Fails to unplug my wide fears which stand tall


Stare at the ceiling
Thinking of dying
Moved by condition they work on they work on
Dreaming of freedom
Screaming for more
Moved by condition they work on they work on