The foundation cracked
dust flew into my eyes
causing them to weep
tears of blood

The disembodied voiced
outside my bedroom window
where I want to be
but cannot go

Not even a goodbye
pat on the head
for the dog 
you have made me.

Slamming the door
taking away
the one speck of sun
that is my solstice

I have become
agoraphobic
in this two thousand square foot cell
you have made me

I can be replaced
there is no doubt in my mind
I might as well be replaced
like a scratched dvd

Just leave me
to rot
to die
to sleep

I don't care anymore
the walls are built
but the foundation
has crumbled.