The flayed walls of our souls

Do not catch your sleep  
with the television on  
the infamy of latest news  
will feed your nightmares  
 
In a bath of anxiety  
between the sheets
drenched in sweat  
and arousal each time
it is more painful  
 
The sirens have torn  
the silence of night  
continuously, tirelessly  
everything falling apart  
 
A kind of malediction  
asleep in the dark  
awake in the dark  
suffering our human condition  
 
But during the day,  
there's nothing to see  
the sun appears
less and less frequently  
sick, colorless
as the death  
 
Otherwise it is dim  
rain and rotting mildew  
on the flayed walls  
of our souls  
 
"Have a good day"
you people say  
but good days...
there will be no more  
I'am waiting for the bell  
just throws the towel for me.