Something isn’t working
I’ve woken up the dark
It’s pulling at my covers
But I won’t turn on the light
In a cold and empty box
Getting battered by the rain
Viciously unkind
And I lie here all the same

Drugged in half a daylight
I fumble through the drawers
To dress the musky morning
I take it on all fours
Through the mist of perfumed showers
Find prisms nonetheless
I dive into the colours
I’ll soon forget the rest