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 wakes me but i can never sleep
['chamber pop']