Another Round

I drag myself in to a dark cold room. Suddenly the strobe light comes on, Flashing around like white lightning. My head starts to spin, I feel nauseous. Every millisecond of light reveals a face, Different faces flash around me, Some of them I haven’t seen for a while, Some of them I come across each day. I feel a blow to my stomach, Another one to my head, it keeps on coming. The stinging pain hits my soul, I can’t hide, I can’t defend. Blow after blow, hit after hit. It seems familiar, the pain. And then it stops, gone. No strobe light, no faces, no hits. Pain still lingers, slowly fading away. And the light appears, Coming from an old dimmed light bulb. I see mirrors around me, Dusty cracked mirrors, And the face, the bloated disgusting face. Eyes full of tears, with no life in them. I light up a cigarette, my knuckles bleeding. I look and I know there’s no way to run, No way out of this room, No safe path to take.