White walls

There are too many

white walls

left bare in our houses,

and we put up mirrors

to remember

our own faces

set against

the backdrop

of boring white walls,

lifeless

like our bottle of pills,

like dreams

set on fire,

pain easing into us,

a welcome enemy

because we can mask it

with our Tylenol

and cheap addictions...

we can't sleep

with the taste of guilt

or anger

so we burn ourselves,

cauterizing

the flesh of the soulm

burning away

the bear trap

on our minds

that we like to call

ethics

and we let objectivism seep through

like nuclear waste

giving us

a cancer

that rattles our bones,

like a hawk

taking away our bodies;

we say death

is the end

because we're selfish

about time

like a currency

we track between nations,

so put your face

on a coin.