little black box

nothing but the empty space
walls covered in black oil based paint

the faint smell of a lost childhood
lingers in the suffocating air
reminding you that dreams fade fast
and old wounds never fully heal

the pain of utter loneliness is all that you can taste
its bittersweet flavour sits on your tongue
reminding you that love is lost
and once again there is no way to escape

the sound of plunging expectations is all that you can hear
its unmistakable noise haunts your unfortunate ear
reminding you both night and day that you're here to stay
and all that's left to do is sit still, wait patiently and pray

the teardrops of regret are all that you can see
they swim around your eyes in a mist of cloudy grey
reminding you that you can't walk away from the shame
and no matter what, the teardrops will always remain

the cold touch of a starless night
evades your personal space
reminding you that the light has gone
and left you without a trace

nothing but the empty space
walls covered in black oil based paint

welcome to my humble abode
that little black box
that has made itself my home