yellow wallpaper

the ivy on the wall turns and twist like a snake being scorched
as the yellow wallpaper tears a red brick wall is revealed
but it not real...
the blue, purple, and white sqaures stand there motionless
just starring
four black figures on all white
once so alive and carefree
now just there
one figure was never painted
but why?
time...

not enough light
but thats fine too
the carousel is still and fragile
it is always dark here
eyes strain
brother so close but yet so far away
decorate the walls
but why?
time...

soft tapping on a black keyboard
alone in thoughts and dreams
mind scrambling for answers
will they be found
maybe
only one thing can truly tell
time...