Screaming red numbers slide across my eyes. Yesterday's magic is lost between the pages of my memory - presiding in my heart as nothing more than a dream.
Flakes of love fall in blankets of shimmering downpour outside, but I can't touch them through these stone walls.
Confined to the solitary cold of this prison, I watch the movies that play in the back of my head that show me what I will never have.
I fall into a taunting slumber, never shutting an eye.