The beautiful room is haunting me again.
The room that held us close within its walls

holds dead lovers, still and close, again.
There is a haunted world within the room

where ghosts of dead desires live once more.
Marriages are born. Some die. And some-

like stillborn babies crying in the night-
stumble to forever, zombies of corruption.

Yet still I have the room within the mansion of desire
where ghostly beauty haunts me once again.