My Dark Room

Thrash metal rages all around me,

In the darknened room I can't see,

Any further than the candle in my cupped hands,

Light slithers through my fingers like white-silver sands,

Of some beach I've never bothered to walk across,

Candle fizzles out, I don't notice the loss,

Music makes the small bedroom pulsate,

The room where my thoughts murder everything I hate,

Lying here in the dark, silently losing my mind,

With thoughts of the frozen emotions I long to find.


The End

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