Restless
So before I wrote ch 18 of TDB I was really restless and just kind of wondering around my house, pissed off that I hadn't done anything for a few days. I ended up writting Mikey out the same way and then from Mikey I was inspired to write a little song/poem/thing and it's called "Restless"
He walked through every room without puprose
Those dim, white, photo-lined halls he sees every day
Each door is one he's opened but will never open again
Inside each room he's sat
The details of each mess tattooed in his mind
He sees the magazine on the floor
And a footprint in the carpet day in and day out
He can't remember the last time he left his house
Or smelled something other than the stale stench of decay
He sits in his room and strums his guitar to the same song every day
The AC doesn't hum in the winter
Even though it was on all through December
He can hear thet sound of a TV flickering and knows he's not alone
Sitting in his room where fun things have lost their purpose and art is just paint
He stares at the lightbulb and knows time only by the glow of a digital clock
There's no sunlight in his bright tomb of a bedroom
He can't remember the last time he left his house
Or smelled something other than the stale stench of decay
He sits in his room and strums his guitar to the same song every day
He walked through every room without puprose
Those dim, white, photo-lined halls he sees every day
Each door is one he's opened but will never open again
Inside each room he's sat
The details of each mess tattooed in his mind
He sees the magazine on the floor
And a footprint in the carpet day in and day out
He can't remember the last time he left his house
Or smelled something other than the stale stench of decay
He sits in his room and strums his guitar to the same song every day
The AC doesn't hum in the winter
Even though it was on all through December
He can hear thet sound of a TV flickering and knows he's not alone
Sitting in his room where fun things have lost their purpose and art is just paint
He stares at the lightbulb and knows time only by the glow of a digital clock
There's no sunlight in his bright tomb of a bedroom
He can't remember the last time he left his house
Or smelled something other than the stale stench of decay
He sits in his room and strums his guitar to the same song every day