Radio crackling, hospital socks.
Dead dreams in the corners, piled like crickets.
Blueberry syrup and coffee cups.
Lies are stream through baseboards like ants.
Dirty dishes, copper pipes.
Spiderwebs of guilt collect dust.
Rose-tinted glasses are abandoned on the ground.
Traveling shoes are forgotten on the floor.
The lighting is flickering in time with hope,
And the beeping is swiftly increasing.