Empty Room Disease
this whole empty room thing
will be the death of me
cant stand another day of the echoing darkness
mocking my every word
spoken softly with tired lips
bleed me slow of ideas
watch it all circle the drain
this whole empty room thing
all the people said it would be so good for me
all the people thought what a vacation
from all those dark and dirty deeds
all those love poems full of poison
this empty room disease
crawling in my heart
have i given up
has the world forgotten me
there will be no rescue
there will be no sunshine day to come
no sweetest smile to save me
this empty room
silent all these years
filled with words i cant take back
filled with faces leaving
full of faces leaving
leaving
Copyright © Mark Junor | Year Posted 2015
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