The dark hallway
No light for many decades
Night and day
Soon breaking out like old brocades
Waiting in the dark
I thought of obsession
What is it?
Obsession for love
Something we want, some of us cant have
Obsession for money
Some of use dont have
Obsession is anotehr excuse for suicide
There I could think no more
Sat in the corner of a dark room
I listen to the laughter of pain
Clusters of words swim around my head
Hate and betrayal
Blood spattered over my razor blade
