Mar 20
they call it gloom;
that room across
the corridor
between
you
and doom
that feeling
of despair
the damp air of
musty fumes
and rusty hues
of care, where
feelings there
dare to never
ever bloom
that room across
the corridor
between
you
and doom
that feeling
of despair
the damp air of
musty fumes
and rusty hues
of care, where
feelings there
dare to never
ever bloom
