The 2 A.M Writer

Cell and Elevator

Dark eyes bulging at my every move

Staring me down and cutting my privacy 

Slicing my eyes and diverting my concentration

Pump me full of lies I see

Whisper me my daily dose of false feelings

Tear me down like a wall only to rebuild and reclaim

You take my nails and scratch me close

Making every second meld the same

Fishhooks pierce my cheeks 

A stick attached to my jaws

Make me talk and slobber

Expose my internal flaws

I breathe fire and inhale smoke

You won\'t allow a visitor\'s hour

Give me a moment of solitary confinement

My concrete will ever allow a flower