Dark room
A dark place with red lights,where images are developed
I sit in my dark room
Starting at the red lights changeing every minute
Image's degeloping in my mind
The red lights cutting
in to the shadows my room embraced
Image's insulting me
I try to change the path
But even when I do,they crawl in my mind
Like the bugs in the room
I try to squish them
But there is always more
There persistence concurring my own
Parasitic legs and images dangling In my mind
Like mobil
Or the image of a mans legs dangling,in tomorrow's news papper
