Apathy self-imposed (free verse)

[Mungo man]

Grinning Cheshire faces whisper from above,
their silhouettes pressed into the ceiling.
Je rêve de... Ne rêve pas.
Discordant singing falls from above,
plastering the bed around him with suppression.
No more room to think, always room to fall.

The night falls dark, and still yet you lie.
Surrounded by apathy and slavering faces.
Maws that open only to close,
and open,
and close.
These depressing faces and constant
scenery changes chain his mind
and suffocate the soul.
These cadences sung by a mouth,
grossly fed, to the hosts of hell.

With eyes fixed stoically and sadly on the ceiling,
he takes another hit.