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Free Cee a Complicatd Fate D Compli

A COMPLICATED FATE D' COMPLI
Your bedroom closet is larger than this room
Where fears father plays the part of Lady Sorrow's groom

Your master bath is three times larger than the one I enter using a key of regret
The one I share with the masses
you commanded me here
where the heat of loneliness comes to swell
in this tiny hole in a hotel near Hell

This is where my wretched heart hears the echo of wrath
no, unlike you, I have no spacious bath

A kitchen?  Nay, I have none
no stove like yours beside which you'd stand
grand as the room within which you stood
I have no place to keep cool my pantry's pride
nor cupboards stuffed with non-essential purchases
this room bears itself bereft of benefits
where only sleep is claimed within
that is to say if I should one day be blessed with rest
for respite is requisite, yet for me, remains denied
as I share isolation with a myriad of ghosts
and hatred plays host to a hurtful hush

in this room where the fingertips of my outstretched arms touch two walls

while the eyes of gloom glare at the heart of doom
and fettered fruit is harvested from a grievous grove
no, unlike you, I own no stove
nor backyard have I to enjoy while sipping tea
like the one you share with doves who dine on your greenery
where torches glow at night with halos of hopefulness and heat
and where we once sat in the same sanctified space
devouring hours with delight
no, my backyard is a bar with a backdoor to debauchery 
and the tar on its driveway that sears the souls of my feet
when the sun threatens to bake the brick with its breath
as I stride across the asphalt and drink to a fault
until I'm dreadfully drunk and scathingly scarred
no, unlike you, I have no back yard

your house, 
no, 
rather a palace persuaded by prominence
dwarfs this den of deprivation I find myself situated within
a paltry place, where not a pittance of pity might dwell
within this tiny hole in a hotel near hell
with only a tortured tale of which to tell
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