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.

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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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