Suck It, Right?

1. W E A T H E R

I sit and watch
Golden sunlight filter
Through my dark room
Like through the crevices of my mind.

I watch it turn the paint
Of my dark walls warm
Making it glow and look bright. 

I watch as the euphoric glow
Takes over the night
That lurked in the paint
And makes everything happy.

I sit still as the weather wanes
Turning the yellow light gray
As it touched my dark walls
And sucked the warmth away.

Soon there was no warmth
And no glow
But only the cold draft
And the gloomy light
That filled my once happy room.

And I think to myself
That the weather
Knows me better
Than anybody else in this hell.