the paint cracks when the water leaksEnding with the sentiment, "You're wasting your life."
from the rusty pipes that are just beneath my feet
the heater's warm but fills the room with a
potpourri of dust and gas fumes
a broken bed with dirty sheets that creaks
when I am shifting in my sleep
in a suburban town with nothing to do,
patiently waiting for something to happen
Bleak, bleak, bleak.