Cough Syrup

Scared?

I'm fucking terrified.

A room, dark and hazy
Light flaring from the screen
Untidy desk, dusty Monitor
Drumkit, well used, stands in the middle
Unmade bed begging to be slept in
Piles of paper chucked around the floor
Ceiling and walls covered in posters
CDs piled up, wanting to be heard
The snake, dwelling in the corner watching all
And finally the girl who can be found in various places
Ruling over this cuboid she calls her own


The only thing you can rely on is that you can't rely on anything
Don't go and sell your soul for self-esteem
Don't be plasticine