Fear

Porcelain and the jagged, fluorescent lights comfort me on the cool bathroom floor...
Empty bottles of various narcotics, leaving me empty, wanting more...
Nothing helps and nothing hurts, it's all an endless scene.. 
The dirt washes away in the shower, yet I am never clean...
Whispers of madness pass me in the hall...
I'm always in a perpetual, slow - motion fall...
And when that despondent, foreign figure gazes back from the mirror,
I realize my life is pure unadulterated fear...