Sunday, July 27, 2014

There Are.

There are 3 shadows watching me in my room.
My past, my present, and impending doom.
There is a creature hanging from my wall,
Its name is mirror and I don’t like it at all,
There is a bed but I lay on the floor,
Since she left I don’t use it anymore,
There is a picture hiding in my desk,
Of a time when I didn’t feel as grotesque,
There are memories stewing in my brain,
Some filled with joy but more with pain,
There is a hunger here in my soul,
Trying its best to fill in the hole,
There are many things I hold close to my heart,
All of those things are tearing me apart.

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