I Hide In My Dark Little Room

i hide in my dark little room
scravenging what I can eat
so i don’t have to leave my dark little cave
empty beer cans, vodka bottle
burnt out cigs
a night spent drinking in my own romance
a romantic dirty morning crime scene
my eyeballs lay heavy
i don’t want to see anyone
a dog would be nice
but I am not at that stage
in my life for one or two yet
a brain worped for 2 days, Sundays
mondays
maybe I should join a sanctuary
but Friday comes and the red wines
does too