safe in square

that ash tray is over used,

25 per day.

that room is foggy,

and that lung is barely breathing.

that holly mind is blocked for weeks,

that body is falling apart, every bones are in pain,

MASSIVE headache is an ogre knocking off the trees.

the blood cloth.

nothing outside is interesting enough anymore,

this square is safe,

somehow people are a bore,

that ears wont listen anymore.

that door wont open,

that legs wont move,

this brain working like factory's machines,

someone has lost interest in communicating.

those cameras has hanging so long in the closet,

that pen tablet is dusty.

those papers are piling up.

those instruments has been hiding under the bed.

someone has lost it.

and she has been praying to god ever since..

hope for a come back.