Sofa

Lying on the sofa in a bathrobe, TV for company playing softly
Ashtray on the coffee table with smoke swirling from a cigarette left to burn
Cold coffee in the mug on the floor forgotten hours ago its blackness staring back at me
Bath has been drawn and towels at the ready to wash away the grim
Do I sit here in my filth surrounded by day’s old dirty plates and cutlery?
Cleanse myself in the tub trying to wash all my sins away
 
Half a bottle of wine starting back at me sat on an amusing coaster
Wine glass lipstick stained surrounds the rim
Newspaper lying unread by uninterested eyes
Mucky bandages with red seeping through the dressings
That pain is back again the need is rising it’s like a hunger inside
Razor, penknives a search for any sort of sharp instrument
 
Release me for a while, from this pain, this life, just for a while!