I live in a room
With whitewashed walls
And a cloudy window
As my only source of light
Each morning I wake
To the mould growing like
Leeches, ******* the life
From my view
The windowsill is cluttered
With nothingness
A collection of my belongings
I am happy to show the world
Every day this window
Becomes more and more
Opaque, until I can no longer
Look outside
The walls seem to get closer
With each passing moment.
There is not much room
For me anymore
I scream for help
Somebody to erase the poisons
But you cannot clean ***** glass
From the outside only
I live alone
With only the shadows cast
Through my window for company.
These shadows do not make good company.
This room is all I have
Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 4:38 AM UTC
I live in a room
With whitewashed walls
And a cloudy window
As my only source of light
Each morning I wake
To the mould growing like
Leeches, ******* the life
From my view
The windowsill is cluttered
With nothingness
A collection of my belongings
I am happy to show the world
Every day this window
Becomes more and more
Opaque, until I can no longer
Look outside
The walls seem to get closer
With each passing moment.
There is not much room
For me anymore
I scream for help
Somebody to erase the poisons
But you cannot clean ***** glass
From the outside only
I live alone
With only the shadows cast
Through my window for company.
These shadows do not make good company.
This room is all I have
