Ocean Room

Even the most silent air will be heard in a quiet room Heavy atmosphere in the afternoon Making an ocean till I fell asleep Letting my regrets take me so deep Wondering why my tongue grow thorns And why my head slowly growing horns Maybe, the best thing I could do Is to drown myself in a room Lock the door and windows So that no one can know That my tears are streaming together With the ocean I made forever © Domar Esmabe