In My Bedroom Walls
A place for a myriad of pastimes
From bliss to despair
The pictures that hang here have a luminous glow from the rays that shine from
the sun
Sometimes I stare at the them wishing I could escape into the picturesque
setting where I am free from all my demons
My bedroom walls
Where my secrets lie
They see my sins
They hear my cries
Just one more place
Where my dreams have died
Ghosts from my past
Awaken me at night
I hear the howling
Of the wolves that lay in wait to tear my flesh
They violate sacred grounds
Like vultures they feed off me until all that is left is bones
If these walls could speak what would they say?
Would they scream my confidences like Banshees and give their mistress away?
Or will they remain silent?
Mysterious chamber of slumber where both romance and horror have performed
Where I keep myself hidden
Only they have the key to unlock the truth bestowing serenity on my soul
These bedroom walls don't crucify me for my wicked transgressions
In my bedroom walls I don't have to masquerade or put on a costume to conceal
my imperfections
In these bedroom walls I am free to be me
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