locked room - 𝘢𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮

i'm lying here, lifeless 

in the corner of my cell, 

rotting in the mess 

i've made and known so well. 

one time a storm came, one of many, 

along with the mind getting bleak and weary. 

i witnessed a thunder pierce right through the window -

the wind rushed inside and whispered: "Flee, flee to the meadow!" 

i crawled outside through the broken glass, 

in the middle of the field I fell and let the hours pass. 

Remains of the transparent wall tore up all the closed cuts, 

and through them, the acid rain poured inside, dissolving my guts. 

... And i waited for the goddamn Sun, 

for it to reveal my overcoming; that i won. 

Then i stood up, nearly blind and sore, 

only to realise there's no one around, anymore. 

The triumph was never meant to last long; i got striked by the wind that came back so strong. 

Knocked out, something dragged me back to the locked room, Then i got woken up by a familiar, filthy odor of doom. 

Now i'm one with the darkness 

in the corner of my cell, 

intertwined with the mess 

i've made and known so well.

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poem & drawing - made by me (my initials are mb, no need to reveal more though!)

music - "mantra" by tool