The Room

The room was small and creepy,
It smelled of dried tears,
The breath i took was heavy and slow,
Every moment in there felt like a thousand years,
The only thing that spoke in there was darkness,
It took over my senses and covered it with fears.

A man sat in the corner amongst the silence,
I couldnt see his face but his face wore a look of violence,
A riot of thoughts made his body cold,
His anger was seething in his misery's hold,
I wondered where i am and who he was,
I wondered what was about to unfold.

My senses were on guard, he didnt look in control of his will,
I sat next to him but he remained calm and still,
Though from the reigns of hell he looked,
he spoke of the heavens above,
He startled and shocked me,
The man in his misery spoke of love.

He said:
" She called me a name that was known to a few,
With that she played around, made that name go askew,
She had ten of them,
Everyday she wore a different mood,
I learnt it the hard way,
That a "BLAH" mood is supposed to be good,
With others i was silent,
But with her i put in hours of talk,
With her on my side we walked till the sun set,
All in the name of a walk"

He went about this love and how he lost it,
But anger filled my veins,
His story was exactly like mine,
His words made me go insane,

How could he talk about the person i loved i thought,
How could he love the person i loved,
The answer to this i sought,
He smiled at me and didnt stop,
As with my own anger i fought.

I wanted to end this blasphemy,
I wanted to put an end to his love rhapsody,
I took my knife and lunged at him,
and i think i killed..
I was sure about that a moment later,
As with blood and silence was the room filled.

I swore to never be in this room again,
That me and the man were now set apart,
But through blood stained reflections i saw..
That the man that lay was me...
And the room was the part of my heart....