Tuesday, 18 November 2014

Dark Room

Thought I found myself
I then felt so near to you
But what I really found
Was my room, pitch dark

A void so deep, unending
That I can get lost anytime
Where I can access unknown
Creativity mere state of mind

But voices arising from there
Are often far from being sweet
They just scream, cry and bleed
And I see ghosts from my past

Ask me how they look and feel?
Shadowy mist which scents decay
Deep sleep paralysis I can't move
Doors creak and my chimes tinkle

Then I force myself to wake
Ghost tries to make amends
And again I'm lulled to sleep
Mind elaborates lies to rest

I wake up its late morning
Another rush to get to work
Everything is normal again
Till past midnight and then...

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