A Single lamplight lights the room, muffled by a tapestry of flowers that projects on the wall as bloodshed We’ve gathered for a performance, a performance of self indulgence where words of hate are spoken in between songs of love and I feel like I’m already looking at the low quality photos that will flood the world quicker than the blood to my hands and feet It’s that isolation so dense you feel the marrow of your bones drop a few degrees; The kind that makes you want to pace the streets Because you know you’re already home and you’ve realized it’s just a place you stay until you’re ready to go again So I am the only one to sleep afterward these bedtime stories and I dream of fluorescent panel lights down blue & grey hallways With the green lockers until I reach those thick yellow doors; This is my disjuncted color scheme I thought changing the place I am Choosing it Would change me