Hovel

bedroom's sepulchral retreat windows painted black [revulsion to the sun] refuse strewn across the floor somethin' rottin' in the closet [& it's startin' to stink] knockin' on the door [I ignore it] 3 am [waking moments] disembodied voices [constant reminders] all these voices [& they're haunting me] witness to false idols victim to uncomfortable thoughts led to uncomfortable moments what these hands do in the dark [perverted acts] days spent wasted like spent seed i don't want to be a waste of life

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