Slither wall ticks

Fierce and forgiven

falls the shadow of the wall on me

I flick a match light to get rid of me

stubborn it seems

so i rather light the last cigarette i see.

Several walls i have been through

several went through me

dreams of concrete

sequels of bricks

painted over and over again

red, white

blue, pale yellow

hiding the plight of being so old

Higher than before

wider than ever

thicker than my veins

sharper than the knife

i cnt cut through them

so i let them cut through me

Infra red roses

ultra violent blue

disparity climbs from the floor to the wall

from one to another

on every wall

i am living through them all

It comes full circle

when the walls open in a window

the light travels through but not out

looks back at me

flickers and shrinks

to squeeze through the pane

vanishes outside

drenched in the rain

I reach for the window

and the raindrops sqaw

I smile my first smile

I flick a match light

I smoked many last cigarettes i saw...