In the Corner of a Deserted Chamber
October 24, 2007
He sat there
in the corner of a deserted chamber
with cobwebs, and ants crawling somewhere
with distress, and words he could barely hear
He was gloomy
in the corner of a deserted chamber
with a pang of guilt, and an inscrutable straight face
with misery, and with a reminiscence of the tragedy
He was betrayed
in the corner of a deserted chamber
with silhouettes, of love and acts of copulation
with her, whom he adores and loves and glorifies
He took away her life
in the corner of a deserted chamber
with a blunt knife, corroded and rustic
with her blood, and gore of acrid smell
He lost her
in the corner of a deserted chamber
with tears, flooded from his heart as blood
with grief, and outpouring remorse
He wanted her back
in the corner of a deserted chamber
with high regards, of loving her once more
with deep love, no man can fathom
Now, he’s alone
in the corner of a deserted chamber
with walls, of bricks and planks of wood
with cloistered way of life, and of death
tsk, tsk, tsk…*sigh*
but i like it… =)
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I love the repetition. This sounds so Poe-esque.
hehe. Thanks. 😀
I’t is always hard to tell when something is just a thought. You walk around the universe, and it seems like the most wonderful thing ever, but you don’t know if it is just a thought, or if it is real. You can look at all the plants, and animals, and feel the breeze, but you can’t tell if it is a dream, or a vision. We are never really in control of our lives. If God had not created us, he would be all alone in the world. Nothing to do, nobody to talk to. I think that the only thing that god CAN’T do is create another god. Yet again you still dont know if that is just a thought.