...rather sleep...

swordplay clangs push on the inner
someone from the end of a hall
is yelling
or singing along
no way to know

so the choice becomes set
from restless and ire

headstrong one by one
pressure reminiscent
of see you later gone
mixed
with hold against grip lost

there is banging from the doors
and still the noise
like fire
eats at the walls with no subdue

cold floor on feet tired

alarm
alarm

there may be no way
to silence
save for
kill

-05