White blank space
I paint the art that drapes these walls
breathing stale air
fluorescent lights creep down these walls
light of day
peeps through the dusty blinds
different day, same place
maybe one day I'll see beyond
lullabies from the air conditioner
the ticking clock my only friend
if I don't hug my favorite pillow
I'll succumb to a lonely end
I won't get out of my bed
because the voices inside my head
keep me safe, inside these walls
