Claw marks all up this wall, inked, tattooed, forever stitched as a design on this wall
Stain marks splashed as a background, a dark texture, contrasted coffee and tear stains on this wall
Straight lines and crooked lines showing dates, showing time, showing the lack of erasers used on this wall
Chip marks, chipped paint, chipped brains and guts on this wall
Strings of pulled out hair, anxiety strands, draped like spiderwebs, cobwebs, catching only the dust that falls on this wall
Ripped clothes taped and stapled to house warmth for the loss of clothes, for the already ripped, for the loss of health, on this wall
Dull blades full of hatred and used to form the time that has been left, to form the anger that will be left on the skin, that leaves blood on this wall
Stacked bones that lay on top of each other perfectly, awkwardly, for they were each other's sheets, the bone dust that still remains on this wall
The beading eyes that stare ahead seems like they are everywhere but only stay on one place, this wall
This wall, these walls, hold the insane; these insane that these walls hold keeps me sane laying against this wall
