Drag Through the Door

There is a room I keep for special occasions

One way ventilation

So stepping in is a greeting from toxic fumes

Where my lungs can never expand with healthy air

Where I lie down in the middle of the empty room

On my back, side-by-side with past ghosts

Letting the waste seep in making a mess of my head

Wanting to let my soul seep out of my orifices

In giant disgusting blobs of dark tar

Until it hurts to live

Except

Once I've had enough

I crawl out 

It's only a room for special occasions

It wouldn't be special if I wasn't somehow coming out alive

Reviews

[silentwriter180]

Sounds like a very special room.