The power of conversation


There’s someone in my room,

Sitting and staring.

Maybe it’s just the air,

Maybe it’s just the waves of my fear.

What’s the difference?


Either way: 

There’s someone in my room,

Sitting and staring. 

I can smell the darkness
Throwing its arrow across of my bed.
The darkness is my matchless friend.

It’s burning hot here.

The house is singing

Like a villain from a sci-fi movie, 

With a really bad mustache,

Forever requesting for blood,

Ready for battle,

Burned to ash.

I stare into the infinity.
If there’s someone out there
Who really cares.

And then I ask:
Where’s my tea?..

/I’m no good at playing victim/


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