The corner of my house
The house I own is made from onyx stone.I go in where I'm left alone.
My darken corner waits for me.
I lay down just to breathe.
I fade in with the black not trying to get back.
I like the solitude even if doesn't make me closer to you.
The memories of you I try to elude.
I'm in a subdued state just looking at the wall.
I lay still my body sprawled like a thrown rag doll.
I just blankly stare into space.
Just tracing the outline of your face.
I just lay here in the corner to save my sanity ever since you left me.
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