hotels: where flower tulips grow inward

the crime scene had nothing better to do, but change the color on the walls from red to black. she laid there all emptied headed and blanked face. from the mirror of the black wall i felt my heart aching, even with the touch. numb in the face from drinking too much whiskey i stopped to breathe in, then fell in a trap from the cigarette rehab. we just need to settle down and go with the flow. know that no one was even there at all. even if the morning never came, she would be lying somewhere dead, full of rage. all eyes fill up with confusion, this vibe shakes the minds of millions, as were starring at a dead body, wondering why it got there at all. im awakening in disbelief that my life will come to an end someday. most likely someday painfully. while she lays there sleeping. i would probably lie there just wanting to get out of this nightmare. nothing in the streets, could change the way i think. food barely tastes the same anymore. enough dead bodies to fill a hotel suite, their dying as they dream. as they sail off into a better place. Yeah, fairy tales make the world go around. i have enough dead problems with this wrecked body, that i need to stop spinning around. just someone be a good person and cut out this heart. just cut out this. old. rotten. dead. heart. "ill see what i can do with this."