NO SIGNAL FOUND [RE-WRITING]

hotel blue

you wouldn't believe it
but the sink you brush your teeth in
has ultraviolet blood lining its sides
and the shower has tears plastered to its walls

from the surface
it looks beautiful
you wouldn't even realize the music is
a recording of your own thoughts

there's a boy who has been in the lobby
for 3 days time now
who sits on his phone from day to night
i wonder if he ever sleeps

and there's the doorman, waiting with
your cart as he ticks about his wife
his mother his daughter
i wish i knew what was the matter

the woman at the front desk
will smile at you but instantly paces
around in her cubicle
oblivious to newcomers

the clock goes slow here
time seems to only know gray and blue
as you step into your room
you know you'll stay here for awhile

with all the background noise in your head
and the walls breaking behind your eyes
you find that the bed is scratchy and
the walls are quite thin

your neighbors croaky voice comes through
and she calls "what happened to you"
as if you were more intriguing than her
nightly terrors as she claws at the walls

don't respond, you know you shouldn't
yet you do, as if her own voice has pushed you, "people die, whether they are six feet under ground or not, people die and promise to come back,"

he never did come back

12.02.18
1:09pm