My room

In my room where I sit, I lie on my bed
Waiting for peace inside my head,
In my room, I still wait there
I still wait, and I see
The memory playing on the wall,
I wonder if you will ever call,
If you ever cared at all,
So I just breathe,
Hating that this has become a need,
How I just long to forget
This repeating song of regret,
These walls can help me forget
In my room where I lie and wait

For this old memory to die
Old dreams to simply wither
These walls on which I rely
Allows the snake to slither,
A lover I want dead,
Cannot die inside my head. 

If I wait for the darkness to come,
Will it help me forget?
Will I still linger?
Will I still bleed?
And if in that room I still tarry, I wonder,
Will I finally be free?
Will I be blinded by this rage?
Forever locked inside this cage?
I can still unlock that gate
Even if in my room I wait

For this old memory to die
Old dreams to simply wither
These walls on which I rely
Allows the snake to slither,
A lover I want dead,
Cannot die inside my head.

menoh

I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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