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Empty RoomsCategory: poetry
Thursday, 20 August 2009
06:51:19 PM (GMT)
Walking past these empty rooms of a cold abandoned home

Shadows on the walls keeping secrets of how they died alone

Going down these halls I cannot help but feel tear of shame

Feeling guilty for all the times I put the shadows under blame

Broken windows in the room where I would try to fall asleep

Kneel over my bed and pray to God for him my soul to keep

And in this house there are more lies than I would care to say

Leaving all these thoughts within this book to help me find my way

To find my way

Remembering late nights locked in my room when I would cry myself to sleep

Drowning in those tears I cried at night making my ocean way to deep

Going down these stairs I cannot help but feel a stab of pain

Feeling blood drip down my arm into the sink and down the drain

I take a breath and exhale death there's poison in the air 

Performing selfish acts with empty words without a single care

My eyes have seen so many things within these walls of lies

Poring concrete over thoughts for fear of the day the dead will rise

The dead will rise

Walking out the door of this house of bad memories 

The trees they sway in the gust of a gentle breeze

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