The Brain Collapses

In the morning
When i awake
The room spins round my stomach ache
That leads straight to my head
The curtains are closed
The room is cold
And there's nothing left
But my memory
Scratching the air
Another body falls to the floor
And a disfigured face
Waits at the door
As the brain collapses
And you couldn't ever call this living
When you're physically going
Through directions
Trying to avoid the obvious
Dead end
I don't want to see
The obvious dead end