MY ROOM
My room is alive...as you will surely see,
For it helps me to survive in the world of my family,
It's voice is so strong, and so wild, and so free,
Shall I tell you now...what my room says to me?
On days and on nights when all life drips with doom,
The Voice reaches out like a ghost from a tomb,
It's whisper are like those of a bride to her groom,
"COME BACK TO ME..." it pleads "COME BACK INTO YOUR ROOM!"
When I arrive at the door it is always the same,
I'm exhausted, and frightened, and desperate for shame,
But the comforting Voice...it calls me by name,
Like a master to a slave that it is trying to tame...
THE VOICE:
"OPEN MY DOOR...FALL AT MY FEET,
TURN ON YOUR MIND...AND I'LL TURN UP THE HEAT,
RELAX AND UNWIND WITH THE SHADOWED ELITE,
TASTE OF MY PLEASURES...BOTH BITTER AND SWEET!"
"SCREAM FOR FORGIVENESS WITH ALL OF YOUR MIGHT,
BEG FOR DESIRES THAT SHOCK AND DELIGHT,
IMAGINE MY PASSION...LET YOUR MIND IGNITE,
DREAM IN MY DARKNESS...CARESSED BY THE NIGHT!"
"SACRIFICE CLOTHING FOR MY GOTHIC FLEESE,
PROMISE YOUR LUST WILL FOR ME NEVER CEASE,
END YOUR SUBMISSION IN UTTER RELEASE,
LET ME CLOSE OUT THE WORLD...LET ME BE YOUR PEACE!"
"AT LAST YOU MAY SLEEP IN MY BLACK EMBRACE,
AND THE TEARS OF REBIRTH SHALL FLOW DOWN YOUR FACE,
WHEN YOU LEAVE...PLEASE REMEMBER TO VISIT THIS PLACE,
AND DON'T EVER LEAVE ME WITHOUT ANY TRACE..."
But when I awaken...enveloped by art,
I know that my room could be taken apart,
And The Voice that I heard would still come from my heart,
Strong in this knowledge I slowly depart...
"YOU'RE WRONG! I'M ALIVE!"© FEBRUARY 13, 1995 By Menes
