Days come to pass away

[wookiee16]

The florescent smell of
four walls and a drop-top ceiling
leaves a grime that drips
heavier than the lead of
two packs a day.
The brilliance of the day
is tucked around two halls
and sealed glass, scratched
by dust-mites knawing
for freedom.
the only reason to believe
that this happened, is to believe
the sunset is the grand
final scene.