Soul Whirling Somewhere
Sealing
There is a maroon roomBarely lit, stagnant, and untouchedAs stale as the air it will last breatheI'll never see the inside againIt's only a memory nowAnd I can barely remember what it feels like to be in thereIt's been so long and unmovedLike it was once someone's favorite chair before they didAnd now, no one will ever sit in it ever againIt's too frightening to look inside where I once wasAnd I can remember, barely, ever being me in there
From Letras Mania