Echoes Of The Lonely (Matthews Scott)

Last night I woke Nothing familiar only feelings that I was alone In a room in the dark What if the dreamer dies? Tomorrow’s sky will abandon every piercing light And hang like smoke in a closed room The tube light in the street flickers away I pocket every flash and place it somewhere safe As I drown in my sleep The hotel room echoes of the lonely As I wane under stiff cold sheets The party thrives from the copious amounts of binging eyes Unlike mine that are trying to find you It’s 4am and the dirty room’s stained The door closes as the creek of the hinge Spills me out of my bed ache So I go wandering Downstairs smells of damp cigarettes And all that’s dispensed is a thought from the vending machine Telling me I need to bar the obscene from the remainder of my dream The drunks that slur the street trickle away As they pocket one night stands in a dim lit place As I drown in my sleep The hotel room echoes of the lonely As I wane under stiff cold sheets The party dies and the copious amounts of sadness Hide in my eyes until the alarm wakes me…