Wednesday, May 30, 2012


Empty Rooms
5/25

There is a house,
An imaginary hour,
There is a girl ,
And my demons found her,
And in this house, there was a room
In this room, there was a window.
I used the diamond hand
I stole from the diamond man
To cut my way into 
What used to be your room.


Tipping on our glass,
I fell into our darkness,
Rubies fell on our ground
The rose and thorn of our silence
I remember holding onto you,
Lost my every senses too
Forever you're the only cure
For the disease that takes ahold of me
Can't you see?

The entire world could go up in flames,
Nothing would matter,
Nothing would change,
I give in again to black obsession,
Like a circle,
Rolling through time
My most precious possession
My malevolent crime.

Although I want to be with you always,
All things were made to take their place
In some house there will be a room
Where you can safely stay,
But tonight I don't want a future
I don't want to see my own face
Because in this room
Where you used to be
Now, only shadows,
Ghosts, and me.


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