Cold bed

I get into
The cold bed
I can hardly stand your
Touch
Things just move to
                           Blackness
My eyelids shut like
waves passing over
Me, the blinds, once
Curled, the sheets,
Now covering

The movie gets caught
in my throat. The one
Thing that you release
Is sticky & ecstacy
But it feels good
Fat Chance

Outside, the vending
Machine kills a soda
You fizz it into your lips
Licking, your tongue

The room
With no oxygen
Begins to sweat &
Breathe

I can't believe
It exists.
I'm here
I believe I no longer
Exist or I am part of
the human
Race

I'd turn on the TV, but it'll
Seem out of place
There's only one thing
Left for you to do.