Room

(Originally written in a hotel room in Wolverhampton, alone. Date unknown. Originally published onto the net on October 8th, 2004)

Alone in a room of three digits,
My ears are ringing with the sound of worried voices,
And I'm not sure if I came here for an ending,
Or maybe this is what ghosts do when they're scared.

Entwined with strands of nothing,
Startled by my own sudden movements,
I sat and sighed at your image with eyes closed,
And fell into dark peace in our breathing conversation.

I swear i cursed that room,
When i left with clear wrists and a clear mind,
I knew i could survive when the water didn't change,
And i felt the cold steel slip from my fingers.

Today I burned cells,
I blistered skin to forget,
I branded my determination to win.

I know this is not the way i should go,
But please let me see enough of the path to learn,
That to find you i need to push myself aside.