The morning begins in mournful grey light.
Red numbers scream that I must try again.
My mind lives colorfully at night,
but fades into nothingness until then.
I douse my purple eyes in cold water.
Memories of living are pushed away;
all I can do is escape the slaughter,
my ambition turned to wasting the day.
I fall asleep after smelling outside.
The wind can give me bright eyes and warm cheeks,
but those lonely corridors make me hide.
I've been inside this nothing-box for weeks.
Your rough palms let me think I'm not alone.
Darling, your heartbeat awakens my own.
