The floors filthy with the wanton abandon of morals, respect and self esteem.
Walls are stained by smoke, the floors covered in grime.
The room is filled with it all, smothered by the air of neglect.
She's there, In the midst of it all, there, her eyes open, staring.
Empty. Void of joy, of life.
Her last will and testament to the world stuck up with gum.
"You won't even know I'm gone".
The ceiling fights against gravity, the rope torn between the two.
A tug of war.