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

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

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

Comfortableness
Wrapped up in the untouchable...

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

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

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

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