Echoes Of The Lonely

Last night I woke

Nothing familiar only feelings that I was alone

In a room in the dark

What if the dreamer dies?

Tomorrow’s sky will abandon every piercing light

And hang like smoke in a closed room

The tube light in the street flickers away

I pocket every flash and place it somewhere safe

As I drown in my sleep

The hotel room echoes of the lonely

As I wane under stiff cold sheets

The party thrives from the copious amounts of binging eyes

Unlike mine that are trying to find you

It’s 4am and the dirty room’s stained

The door closes as the creek of the hinge

Spills me out of my bed ache

So I go wandering

Downstairs smells of damp cigarettes

And all that’s dispensed is a thought from the vending machine

Telling me I need to bar the obscene from the remainder of my dream

The drunks that slur the street trickle away

As they pocket one night stands in a dim lit place

As I drown in my sleep

The hotel room echoes of the lonely

As I wane under stiff cold sheets

The party dies and the copious amounts of sadness

Hide in my eyes until the alarm wakes me…