Looking through a stony wall

It's a wonder I can breathe at all.

A blanket of webs, a film of grime,

No way to break out this time.

I remember yesterday: Full of hate,

Tosday's the same; no time to retaliate.

All there is is this string of days

Delicately outlining my black phase.

This room is blank, this wallpaper peeling

These are all signs that I'm not healing.

I hate this place that's come undone,

To whatever waits: Ready or not, here I come.