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My room is a mausoleum Housing this living corpse. The windows are always shut And the lightbulb stays off. A fan on the ceiling blows, Though not hard enough, 24/7. There're empty water bottles Discarded on the floor By the dozens serving as Unofficial decor. Filthy clothes everywhere Mingle happily as If ****** with the ramen cups And chocolate wrappers. A skyscraper built from books Raises it's ink stained arms Up towards the concrete sky Pleading, crying, to be read. Crumpled papers, like scriptures Belonging to God, yell Unfinished lines of poetry During the Dead's strolling. The aroma of burnt cigs Stains the air and green walls. Another wine bottle hides In the closet, elixir For the trapped. A skull, candles, And a pack of tarot Sit expression less and Calm inside the nightstand. Posters and poems line the walls, Their eyes observe the goings. A bed, the coffin, stands deep In the peering darkness, Stiff and terrible, alone, A headstone slab pillow, Accommodate the carcass.
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Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 7:51 PM UTC
-unfinished poem-
My room is a mausoleum Housing this living corpse. The windows are always shut And the lightbulb stays off. A fan on the ceiling blows, Though not hard enough, 24/7. There're empty water bottles Discarded on the floor By the dozens serving as Unofficial decor. Filthy clothes everywhere Mingle happily as If ****** with the ramen cups And chocolate wrappers. A skyscraper built from books Raises it's ink stained arms Up towards the concrete sky Pleading, crying, to be read. Crumpled papers, like scriptures Belonging to God, yell Unfinished lines of poetry During the Dead's strolling. The aroma of burnt cigs Stains the air and green walls. Another wine bottle hides In the closet, elixir For the trapped. A skull, candles, And a pack of tarot Sit expression less and Calm inside the nightstand. Posters and poems line the walls, Their eyes observe the goings. A bed, the coffin, stands deep In the peering darkness, Stiff and terrible, alone, A headstone slab pillow, Accommodate the carcass.
I worked on this for a while but i'm not done :'( and yes, i need to edit
chris-t
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chris-t
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 7:51 PM UTC
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