Occupy This

Let none say that I did not try, A tragic bundle here I lie, Through half-closed eyes I recognize, Slim shadowy forms flow by. My scraggy mate lies by my side, Loyal to a comfort I provide, A fremdship that in times reminds, Of yearnings satisfied. Numb to a putrid, stale estate, Numb to my mouldy, urined state, I claim and occupy this space, To compliment my fate. The scrumbled note laid at my feet, Is not to beg for sympathy, Nor do I seek your empathy, It is a fix I need.