If my mind was a Room

Dark feelings resurface,
Hurt and betrayed
Stripped of my memories,
The place that I once called home,
Its former glory, faded,
Now in ruins, its own tomb.
I explore to find the house barren
I call again and again but no one to find.
The windows are all blacked out
The doors are locked down.

If my mind was a room,
Itd be empty, barren, like this
besides this one thing.
Out of the darkness comes a chilling mirage,
A ominious beauty of dark obsession.
A slippery tongue licking all senses
a deadly chilling breath so feirce.
He looked into my eyes,
devouring what is left.

Slowly he licks the brim of my neck,
I can feel his breath,
heavier, heavier.
He bites me, slowly
I can feel the tearing of my skin,
the slow chill of venom through my veins.


I can feel I'm growing colder now,
the light does not remain.
I take my last breath slowly,
A corpse is what remains.