Sunlight shines 
On the clothes that lay on a chair 
A desk covered in clutter 
The floor covered in hair 

It shines on a figure, so thin and frail 
It shines on his skin, so sick and pale 
It shines on the wall, where for so long 
I have stared 
Breaking the spell of authentic despair 

As my eyes come into focus 
I turn to face to face the room 
The movement from the sheets creates a breeze 
Sweeps the dust from its place 

It so quietly swarms 
And hangs in the air 
It shines in the light 
And makes me aware 

Death is looming in here 
And it’s getting to you 
Under dust, over time 
It has been burying you 

It now stirs up the room 
As it enters my sight 
Rising up from the dark 
From the surface it lies 

As if hinting to me 
To choose day over night 
To leave all of this dark 
And seek the warmth of the light 

Outside this room where my life wastes away 
Her priorities lie 
In collecting corks from bottles she plans to make into things