Empty Room

Within the shapeless shadow of my empty room

Where the poison of my words would turn shallow

Where the demons of my ego would grow quiet

Where the blood of my veins would lose color

Only in the solitary rain of my filthy room

Would the memories in my head grow dusty

Would the books in my shelves grow lifeless

Would the fool in me grow cynical

Yet only in the silence of such an empty room

May the roar in my ego lose its prideful tone

May the storm in my memories settle in peace

May the fool in my veins dance in oblivious joy

Within the shapeless shadow of my empty room

Where the boredom in me would turn to gloom

And the beating in my heart would burst to bloom

Only in such a room would I foolishly come to love me