16 November 2012
Beep. Beep beep. Beep. And I sit here and weep, surrounded by an endless detonation of misery. Groans and moans also, Added as an unwanted intruder of my ear. The decapitation of comfort and well-being emits from such a vociferous habitat.
Beep. Beep beep. Beep beep beep. How can pain rest it's head to sleep in such an environment. Room after room, beep after beep, moan after moan, groan after groan. This place creates an air of empty hearted fear. But here I must stay, tormented by grievous nostalgia.
The Patient • Opuss № I