

My Room My eyes close slowly. Desolated, cold. Mangled in silence,My Room by `2mo
Wondering about the things I must have missed,
the experiences I could have avoided.
A desperate colour taints the walls,
screaming for the morning to come,
begging for light to reach the room.
I'm aware of reality behind the door,
but I'm surrounded with fiction.
The agony around my heart, I can no longer feel it.
Is it still there? is it frozen, throbbing to wake-,
or is it just numb?
These days, things are so different. Loud for the mind,
quiet for the heart. I no longer fit this frame,
I cant remember what the picture used to look like.
I should go, fall back,
| ~plm |