Room You Are Full Of...

        Room you are toneless now,

        Room you don't belong to me,

        I want another room, I want one

        without your tatty memories.

        I want to brush you out into the streets where

        you'll become a debris full of children's

        laughter.            

        Room you are murderous,

        You make me feel like an accident,

        Room you've made me weep too many times,

        I am sick of you and all your bricks...

        Your books all empty,

        Your gas stoves hissing,

        Wall paper crying, sighing it doesn't matter

        for your windows have become 

        tape recordings of the night

        and only death will shove you to sleep.

        I am going to leave you,

        Going to spend all my dreams,

        Once in you I could lie and hear

        the spying moon apologize

        as it tiptoed through the clouds

        and left you in your special darkness.

        But its different now, now

        only the rain splatters through

        and the one other sound is you whispering:

        "I'm not around you, I'm in you,

        all my walls are in you."

        Room you are full of my own graves.

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