The ceiling is always the same

Every morning and every night, it is unfazed

But every gaze I give, I feel it collapsing on me

I see cracks and unseen debris

The floor is filled with dusts;

Withered flowers and crumpled papers

Tattered shirts and untouched sweets

Everything stays in the same place

Everyday, everything is the same

The silent clicks of the clock

The plead of the fan

The strum of the untuned guitar

I feel as if I'm a rock

In a still water, I lay my back

I feel as if I'm a seed

Left in a dry soil

I'm never growing

I'm ungrowing

I'm never moving

I'm unmoving

Under my white ceiling

I lay my undead corpse

With broken pieces of me scattered around corners

Of the room I treat as my world

Under my white ceiling

I lay my undead body

With white noise and poisonous serenity

Everything is bothering me