Room Full of Dust

here i rest in a room full of dust looking at the pictures that once had colors pictures of the past recurring dreams of something so simple something i will never experience the warmth of you once bright, the smiles are fading time only ruins everything love turns into dementation the state of sorrowful disintegration i am the container of suffering i am the vessel of pain i can't wait to die i can't wait to die to become one with your shadowform to bring back intimacy with your pure darkness