Lautrec

I can't breathe this stale air
The walls are closing in
The lamp is burned out
I haven't slept in weeks

Dressers decorate the walls
I hope they hold
The doors are off their hinges
I haven't been back since

The light peeks through the cracks
53 days in this house

Enclosing footsteps
Destroying the doors
The sound is deafening

(they're coming
And they keep coming in waves)