I walk out the door
and down some green stairs
hoping over some three day old vomit,
coming to door number eight,
i hear plates, smashing and screaming,
i close me eyes and carry on,
the green is hurting my head,
hearing sirens i automatically hide,
they stop
so i return to the stairway
i fall
i remember what Ive done.
i get myself up
and return to door number eight
and ask them to keep the noise down,
a little girl holding her nose answer the door,
i see blood on the floor
she tells me she has a nose bleed,
i don\'t believe i walk away
crawling toward the vomit,
I join it and clean myself up with my shirt,
starting to panic,
it\\\\\\\'s too quiet, my head is now burning,
me eyes sting I\\\\\\\'m shaking,
half naked, standing tall
i know i must be strong
reaching out for the door handle, there was no need,
the door opens
the smell reaches me
I\\\\\\\'m falling down memory lane.
i see the chair in the far corner
the girl Ive just murdered is laying there
in her no longer white towel,
so i clean her up and change her into a black suit.
trying to give her back some dignity.
