underneath the emotions of this room
isolation between pictures and loneliness
resides the table besides the book subsides the cable on my roof

fingers cracking and mouth-watering knee-shattering eye-rolling tendencies of blessed be the bed of dreams- no longer as lasting as it seems

cries of laughter in spontaneous shouts
right now inside this broken house

sliding between the breathing air in cold night's skin and heedless damp steam of clouds floating above the weightless head of shattering of sea of dopamine and warm bed beside the key of your room in abstract seraphim

the room is full of lust and broken poetry
emotional regrets and peaceful insanity;