The Tiny Blue Room

Silence.

In the tiny blue room.

It's when you choke on your voice

and there's no noise

that can break it down.

You fling your body against the walls

only to leave red stains; and the footfalls

of dancing flies can be found.

So you decay minute by minute

and no matter how you spin it

the maggots will continue to feed on your soul.

In silence.

In the tiny blue room.