In My Bedroom Walls

A place for a myriad of pastimes From bliss to despair The pictures that hang here have a luminous glow from the rays that shine from the sun Sometimes I stare at the them wishing I could escape into the picturesque setting where I am free from all my demons My bedroom walls Where my secrets lie They see my sins They hear my cries Just one more place Where my dreams have died Ghosts from my past Awaken me at night I hear the howling Of the wolves that lay in wait to tear my flesh They violate sacred grounds Like vultures they feed off me until all that is left is bones If these walls could speak what would they say? Would they scream my confidences like Banshees and give their mistress away? Or will they remain silent? Mysterious chamber of slumber where both romance and horror have performed Where I keep myself hidden Only they have the key to unlock the truth bestowing serenity on my soul These bedroom walls don't crucify me for my wicked transgressions In my bedroom walls I don't have to masquerade or put on a costume to conceal my imperfections In these bedroom walls I am free to be me