Welcome HomeAnother night is passing by, but something has changed. There's an eery chill, to theWelcome Home
blowing winds of satisfaction. Regretted liquids, pouring down my cheeks and arms. There's something about this room that's so very different. Is it the cold solid floor in which I
lay my labarynth mind? The smokey walls, blurring and
abscuring themselves into insanity? Is it the lock on the door, keeping me inside? Or the disapparating rose, twisting in the basin? Either way, this isn't where I normally lay my head. This is not the correct disaster
Only WhenOnly when the night is cold,Only When
and the winds are howling down the empty streets. Only when the moon has faded,
and the sun has deserted the sky. Only when hope seems to have left you,
feeling tired and alone. Only when you sink into a depression,
curled up in a ball in the corner of the road.
Will you notice,
your tears act as a telescope into heaven.
How dare you.How dare you take these words i write,How dare you.
as lyrics of tune, of song. How dare you see these words i bleed,
as attention seeking punns. For these words are the truth,
of sadness and of pain. These words, they do not lie. They describe, they explain. They tell you who I am inside. Beyond this breaking smile. They pour out depression and anger,
In their own rhythmic style. So read my books of poems girl. Tell me I'm insaine. Tell me I've gone mental. Dont hide it, dont refrain. For I know you feel the same way too,
We share a life of one. &nb
Loopholes In White RoomsI wrote a poem here. It was beautifully structured. Every word could be twisted,Loopholes In White Rooms
morphed into something else. I informed the reader of this room I had. It was bright white,
cleansed of all my impurities. It had no time,
no existance. These four walls of mine were empty,
free from all. However I used to paint the room,
to pass my time. I would create my own objects,
but nothing too real. Only in paint. I would create people,
friends. But I couldn't control it. They all seemed so wrong,
so sad. And eventually the
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Sadness
