Permanancy

I sit here, alone, here on my bed,
Steel in my hand, pain in my skull,
My only company are the floating notes,
And the Twenty-two voiceless strings,

Uniform cast aside upon the floor,
Paperless book, dormant, asking for life,
A soft banshee hum and clicking of keys,
Brutal light stinging my eyes.

This is the norm, my constant,
Alone here with my thoughts,
Noone here to bleed and weep,
From the razor-point of my tounge,

No expectation to change,
From this dormancy,
Perhaps this is the way it is,
This permanancy.