Painted Picture On The Wall

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Painted Picture On The Wall.

Roaches partyin on the floor.
Scavenging for giant crumbles.
The Tv plays , demanding more of my time.

Bathroom window's open.
A gast of wind sneaks in,
Causing the door to welcome & close ghosts inside.

Mumbles & distant whispers from neighbours.

My sofa swallows me deep, exhausted by my weight.

Cup of coffee , cold & tasteless next to me
With something drowin' inside of it.
Lost in my mental,
Thoughts mate with memories giving birth to scenes of a movie that only plays in my head.

Smoke, after smoke...
I swear, the only good thing about today I got enough smokes to last me through the day.

I just hope it rains to complete a good day.

I've always loved all the odd things in this life, like;

Rain,
Eyes,
Silence,
Trains,
Darkness.

My world as little as is, spins in circles.
With weak miserable attempts to break free from these mental shackles.

I tried,
I've lived,
Now I am
Dying,
Lying,
Crying,
Can't stop smiling.

The Painted Picture On The Wall.
Painted so vividly,
I can feel the pain.

[by. Sive Njana]

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