Room

Im in a room filled with books wine and music
In the corner there is  a bench where my cat sleeps in peace along side the flowers i just bought...lillies.

Through  the window i could see sunlight even when its night..
After all its always morning but barricaded by the clouds.

Theres a sewer outside the room which has a pleasant aroma cause it holds the rich peoples waste..ain't that true..?

Im in my good clothes..i smell good...i have shoes..and my arms are crossed
Still ican't stand up, i cant move..like the earth is above me..

My room is clean but not to others..
They see sand in it flesh in it rotting..degrading
After all they put me here..,in my coffin

And i'll be here in my room for the rest of the time cause above me my tombstone reads
I was there
I am here and
I will be there..