Friday, October 10, 2014

In This Dark Room by A.S. Washington














It is here where you can let your mind go,
When sunlight burst not through the blinds.
It is here where you can be yourself,
For as long as we have the time.
It is here where you can relieve your stress,
Allow the air to be filled with breath,
It is here where you can call on God,
As I provide the rest.

You too must give of I,
So that my burden may fall to death,
You too must give of I,
My soul you should collect,
You too must give of I,
As together we become the beast,
You too must give of I,
So that we both may find release.

It is here where we can be alone,
Burn with a fire, as we're feverish,
You too must give of I,
Do not hold back for any reasons,
It is here where we can be alone,
On the brink of explosion, you are teetering,
You too must give of I,
Fear not and be a bit deviant

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