The First Room
Four years ago I decided to open a notebook,
Where I'll write the deepest thoughts that came to mind,
Soon the story turn dark giving chills so shook,
I kept writing in the state I open the first room you see to find,
Every word I wrote I swear I thought I was going insane,
The darkness was eating the one thing I kept alive,
The words being to blend into the lines,
As I step out of the lane I was in,
It was hard to survive for the nobody care they call me whack,
Not seeing the the master plan in the hand of the twisted dark mind you're reading here,
Intact to the pillar of life yes you know,
For I could be there in the scene but I'm a ghost,
Waiting for the moment these shadows ask I'll show,
Here They hear the whispers of my name to most hear,
The screaming of the chain monster trying to get loose,
Soon they question why the walls are filled with blood,
The noise is getting loud for the Monster is near, Choose to stay to see the pain in the eyes you stare,
Be warn darkness feeds on the fear you start to share,
As if your tough? well don't walk down the room next to you,
For that you won't be tough they attack you in a rush,
Trick you to believing nothing else of it,
They love the bloodstream from your arm,
Hearing you scream from terrifying pain,
You think this bullshit, Look around see the writing see the hopeless sound the alarm,
More come to where its rung Wolfgang,
The monster in this room is here see thru,
Holding the load gun aim towards the head bang,
He ain't an animal in front of you.
written: 7/16/2015
Copyright © Daniel Perez | Year Posted 2015
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