A rather non-linear poem, kinda weird.

Leave me to my room:
Its loneliness, and its
Sweet solitary doom
Lays waste to my faculties,
Projecting inside me
Horrors that are
Both ancient and profound.
The lights of a
Thousand worlds fill the
Recesses of my head, while
Simultaneously night
Overtakes the farthest
Reaches of my mind.

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  • irishpen on Jun 5, 2009

    This is GOOD!!!

    ~peace~

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