I'm in a room
A dark room
And I'm not quite sure how I got here
How I reached this point in life
A monsoon
Drenched me with cold air
With an empty sky
Bringing about a different kind of rain
An empty rain
In this room
Where nothing is how it was
And everything is silence
And I
Have not thought since
The winter days have passed
Have not dreamed since
Orion's Belt
Became visible again
And the roof over my head
Disappeared.
But now I'm left
In this room.
This room with one chandelier
One chair
And no one to help.
And like all tombs do,
This room continues
To commemorate the past.
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