Room 8

May 17, 2012
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I feel it wash over me
Like the freezing tide.
This crawling feeling
Hollows out my soul.

Here in my white room
I watch the colors dance
While their black unblinking gaze
Watch me from above.

I hear them coming down the hall
To quiet my lonesome screaming.
I feel it burning in my head
This deep insanity.





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