I subtly walk
And there I find
A messy room
Residing a pair of messy eyes
Clothes scattered
Leftovers amassed
I suddenly can't remember
How much time has passed
Tiny teeth and beady eyes
Moving about
I'm not surprised
The fragance is worse
But there is no trace
Of rose petals and vanilla
Was there an autopsy case?
A layer of dust covers the corners
Lined with cobwebs
I see nothing but blurs
And there is a stillness
Of uncomforting cold
Followed by the sound
Of nothing moving no more
Mold and dirt hangs from the ceiling
It seems the swamp monster and Dirty Bubble had some sort of special dealing
And there is a sign
Of a room that has aged
Over the years
Rapidly filling with rage
It was given no chance
Or any sort of hope
To be fixed so long ago
When someone once had the tolerance to cope
And now for the lack
One is desperate to see
It was never properly taken care of
No signal or low battery
Despair and depression are vastly consumed
Through the heart of a little girl
Who just wants a nice home to belong to
In my own heart I hear her weep
Longing for a safe and warm bed to sleep
I can feel her madness
And she believes she's already gone crazy
My head starts to pound and my vision gets hazy
I sit down on the damaged, worn out, matted down floor
And press my pale face against the ice cold door
I let out a deep sigh
The only sign of life left in this room
It disappears in a cloud of lackluster white
As if kissing to cut through the gloom
An opaque tear streams down my face
And falls
The size of a quarter
This is a madhouse place
That once confined a lost soul
A room not in order
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My Book Of Poems
PoetryThis is a book of poems that I have written. I hope you enjoy them, as I have enjoyed it very much myself. :)