4 Black Walls
A streak of silver in the middle
One Man lays here
His Eyes
Stare 100ft ahead of him
Unblinking
His fingers
Twitch Timelessly
As if he's reminscing piano keys
Playing a simple symphony of jazzy tunes
Throughout
The Room
World immersed in darkness,spotted with headlights of the cosmics
Always conscious of every swift movement
Arises
The Beast
Feeds on the intestines of vanity
It never had a dream
It only knows what you know
Birthed in a world full of carnage
Always balancing on deaths margin
Destined to return to the soil
It realizes its worth
In disguise
Still being drowned in its enviroment
It merges
Eyes
Glare full of Hunger,Hostility,Animosity,Pursuit.
It Immerses itself into oblivion
Bares Fangs at
The Room
Let every headstone spell out infernal doom
Shimmering eyes in the silhouettes
The Room
Filled with innocence,imagination,overflowing spirits,bashful spectars
After souls nectar like morning dews on
Black Petunias
The Ominous is beautiful too
Like how nebulas decorate the universe
Now Welcome
As you enter
**The Room