andy fardell · Jul 21, 2012
The white room

In this mind is a place I hide
Is a place I've been
and a place I've seen

My room of white ..
not a pretty sight
but it keeps me warm
safe from harm

My room of white
not seen out light
just a blackened hole
just my empty soul
  
You know the place
its fate we haste
when we close our eyes
memories ....lies

 
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