The Dark Room


Paint a portrait with no face,
blotted canvas, solid black
Turn the key, pushing away
Close the life with my eyes
Everything's the same in the dark room

Seclusion, bitter illusion
My friends grow hand in hand even closer to confusion
My focus is invisible in the dark room

Everything in my life scattered here and there
At what point did this place decay?
It was perfect the last exhale

Sweaty palms holding my head together
Corroding puzzle fragments
Portions of insanity
Splinters from the floor
Swift bites to the skin
My blotted canvas black again,
like this room which I've become
Hollow, empty inside in the dark room

Come to grips with my mortality
My eyes now finally see
a life once held together
can rip apart at the seams

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