Eeriness of my room, haunts me like a remains
Light reflected from the chipping off paint wall
Walk over the shattered bottle of absinthe
Too weak,to move, to leave the self imposed prison
Same old dirty skin, I wear again with shame
I covered by soul in it, hiding the bareness from world
assimilating and sailing away in the black river of fate
My darkened room, a reality about my existence
The falling sunlight dies,as it grasp for breathe
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