Room

The rain twiddles down the hills, Sorrow companies in these windowsills. The door creaks to see a devil of misfortune, And fairies of lies give a hope for fortune. The curtain hangs with it's dread, And it's turning me into shred. Breath of the dark along this room, Breath of my life along with the doom. The mirror sits there with a pest, Bold to call that I did my best. This bed could be seen blue, And the pillows had no clue. The lights seem too dark, And the music sounds more like a bark. The words seem too baffled, The voices sound too muffled. Scars all over this room, And the devil tells me of my doom. It starts and ends here, Upon these walls my blood must smear.