Comfortableness
Wrapped up in the untouchable...

I'm a mediocre vagrant.
With a sense of direction...

My clothes capture my pain
A soaked shirt with eyes...

Would you mind if I left a stain
On the carpet...

...And you're the late night craving
Of deceit mixed with chaos...

Shadows flicker from wall to wall
A light show from the mind eating media tube...

Soothed away by the scratching at the exterior
Of a mess I've made with blunt objects against you...

Crouched behind the bedroom door
As days go by with no response...