The room reeks of death yet everyone
in it has life,
Everyone is breathing but barely alive,
Enclosed in the walls of thick thoughts
I am entrapped by my fear and anxieties
This may be the last air
I will breath as I speak to pain
and mind complexities
You fell in love with anger,bottles it
up inside your heart,
Joy,I find no traces of your foot stepping
into my room,only the fragrance on my bed
that I cannot hold,
you switched position with sadness
to my pillow and squirt with
eyes on it,I don't know what what goes inside of your
head but you will have to deal with
the things that will bring your life's
orgasm,
you hide the pain as well that you don't
even notice,lronically you know and feel it,
fight your regrets forced on happiness,
when you're familiar with it's seduction,
at least so that when you dies,you will know
you lived for a reason and was not
in the thought
©timchit
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