Here all is calm, just a little cold.
The dusts are clearing, some soul searching.
The walls are smooth, paint job's done.
Everything's new.
Not a faint sign of
what it used to be.
Everything's fresh.
A fresh start, starting all afresh.
Fill, fill, fill.
With love and doodles.
Hearts, flowers, chocolates and dolls.
Isn't it a little strange,
This room was made just for you?
Nothing speaks,
Nothing says.
Nothing like the empty dark room it used to be.
Almost feels like
Nothing
Ever
Took
Place
Here.
Once upon a time,
It used to be.
Once upon a time,
This place was nothing
But an uninhabited land.
Not a single one in sight.
Because of what she left behind.
Monstrosity, pain, fear and agony.
All the darkness left behind.
No one could stay, no one could run.
She tore the place up with nothing,
Nothing but her own needs to satisfy.
Nothing but her own hurts that could never come by.
The room's bright white and clean.
Not a hint of gray, or black or pain.
Hope at last can maybe be seen.
Decalper Alma
Decalper Alma
Sometimes the one you want may not be the one you need.
"How've you been? Can I come in? Just came to get my things and then I guess I'm leaving." - By Now
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