This God-Damned room

This God-Damned Room... Escapism through literature

My bed here doesn’t smell of you,
The photographs on my wall, the music on the speakers...
All of it

Chosen with the sole purpose,
Of throwing you,
And the rest
As deep in to the remotest part of my mind I can.

But you're here, All of you... Haunting me

I made a clean break, shattered all the material artefacts,
The inanimate recollections so I wasn’t forced,
To see you in my minds eye

You Shouldn’t Be Here, but you haunt me still...
All of you

I Need you, but you're dead and hundreds of miles from here,
And I’m Alone Here, In my own prison.
Like Ghosts in the snow you wrap around me,
Blurring my vision but never seen, so as to land blame on the real,
The Now.


But I See you.
I know who it is that haunts me,
And I’ll Fight you,
From my knees if I have to...

This Is My Life... And I Will Live It

Demons Be Damned