The factory

 

Smashed windows

Toilet smells

Pigeons nesting high up

Dead faces shuffle around

 

A dead body

I’ve scored though

I lie back

The pain fades

 

Numbness, bliss

 

A fight

Couldn’t care less

 

I gaze at the roof

Demons jump about

Shadows play tricks

A trickle of saliva

 

I lie on card

And drift in

And drift out

Then gone

 

Hours gone

My trainers gone

 

I get up

Hungry again

Ghosts drift by

Night cold bites

 

Walls shield little

Doors open wide

 

My tomb one day