The Room

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: House of Ghosts
It's call is unmistakable; it's walls, inescapable. To all who are mad, deranged, and the like, it welcomes you.

Submitted: April 01, 2017

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Submitted: April 01, 2017



There is only a window in the Room in my head,
Where sights and sounds cease and heartbeats take stead.
If you see my eyes lost, 'tis there where I fled-
To the Room with my jacket and hat made of lead.

Eyes close on the ceiling, off dreaming to Nowhere.
They ask me to come - 'twas long since I've been there.

Instead I laugh at myself to a mirror in motion.
Madness, in turn, turns the only sane notion.
Please try to make sense of this silent commotion,
For what else could make such a strange mind broken?

The air chokes my senses with incense of Taint,
Like the Words on the wall I clawed in the paint.

The Room pirouettes, but the Words remain still;
They must to keep me far away from the sill.
The Creatures there murmur horrors into my quill
And I’d rather not enjoy their idea of what’s real.

I’m not as depraved as the crazed Doctor's judging!
I swear! It’s true... Or did the Room tell you something?

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