For some reason Hotels these days kind of creep me out,
I’m always wondering who’s been in here before me,
what manner of virus did they leave behind
are they still alive? or did fate catch them that foggy morning at the cross roads?
The semi darkness do I creep
Ghost in tow begging for my sleep
Lights too bright I harken to hall as savior to my senses
This room of grandeur in pamphlet alone
Do its walls sit so close to my soul that I beg for release?
The need for escape does it writhe like worms through my mind!
Shouts in the distance
While sex plays down the hall
My shadows grow closer
My ghost she begs for sleep
My muse does she weep
My soul does it scream
What does this life truly mean?
Trains cry in the night
Lights grow dim
let her in…