MY MUGGY MAISON

I sit on remains and dirty stains
In torn clothes and bloody veins
With swollen eyes and messy mane
And a tired body heaving with pain

The room is closed and shut tightly
Where I stay aloof and cry slyly
The lights are dim and walls tainted
Where I fall upon and drop fainted

The sheets are torn and thrown aside
And the mattress worn with stains of chide
Windows don't open, there's darkness galore
And winds don't enter to soothe me anymore

Sunlight now is rare sight
But I heard the raindrops fall last night
The rustling of leaves is an unheard tone
And the chirp of birds is a sound unknown

The nights are dark and mostly late
And mornings after that are left to fate
Dreams have turned into nightmares now
And horror forces my faith to take a bow

Mirrors are tainted and rarely used
Because my body is scarred and badly bruised
The floor is wet with sweat and tears
And my face is red with bloody smears

Food is rare here and so is water
And to get that I rarely bother
Both sugar and spice taste bittersweet
Because my palette is numb to every treat

It feels like a grave dug down on land
Where I gasp for breath and struggle to stand
There is dirt and mud and hanging cobwebs
With nobody around, just haunting silhouettes

There is no trace of smiles and chuckles
To hear some sound, I just break my knuckles
And however hard I try to make life a friend
I think death would bring me my happy end!