Paintbox

Vacancy

Desires dripping from my nose
A stream of disappointment
A river of sloth
And a pool of self pity.

I sit on the bathroom floor
As my world cascades from my casing
Leaving an empty shell
My mind has drained and
My skull
Is empty

My plans have escaped my ears
Like a steam train it has left the station
With nothing but the echo of
What has passed
And what
Has left.

All that's left is the aftermath
Of being bled dry
Hung up on a washing line
For everyone to pick holes in

All I hear is the drip drip
Dripping.
On the tiles.

A lonely hearts vacancy
And an empty mind
yearning to be free.

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