There's a room in my house
there's a room
—there's a room
it whispers and it moans
—oh I don't go into that room,
that room that shivers and shakes.
Because there's a room in my mind
there's a room
—there's a room
it doesn't like me at all,
—oh I don't like that room
that wails and screams.
There's a monster in my house
there's a monster
—there's a monster
it always dies and always lives
—oh I know that monster will get me
in that room of my mind.
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Raindrop Thoughts
Thơ caRain is the way the earth cleans herself of the sins committed upon her flesh. ~~~ My third poetry collection. When The Blood Ran Black was my first one, Let Me Show You The Night is my second one, and this is the third installment. I know, I know...
