Yellow

Chairs and tables barely stable
Under the burning lights where no one speaks a word
As if wondering when the lights will flicker
Suffocated by the brightness

Man and woman in the corner
Not hugging or smiling
Just sitting in the faithless glow
Over a yellow floor

Disfigured figures hunched over tables
Wishing to sleep somewhere where the ceiling
Isn't such a luminous isolation
Blurring in the vertigo of colors ready to erupt
And a violent pool table devouring souls
Staring without the least interest in anything

If you really think about the heaviness of sleeping
The lights keep getting brighter