Room 79

Swarms of newborn white flies
Covering the rotten fields
Feasting on my fragile bride
Lactating everlasting plagues of sorrow

Paralyzed emotions
Controlled by tubes and pills
Painfully fading memories
Her last kiss has poisoned me

Crushed bones and swollen lips
Infected by red light
My mind swallowed by dust
The mirror despises me

Razorthroats in high heels
Marching down the corridor
Dinner is served cold
There is no hope for honey