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Somewhere,
Somewhere in this house,
Of lies and deceit,
Lies the Room of Angels,
The room I seek.
I wander through,
The house of a thousand rooms,
Opening each door with caution and hope,
I find everything,
But the Room of Angels.
I knock first to see if anyones inside,
Some welcome me with open arms,
Some simply run and hide.
But the worst are those who scream,
I know when Im not welcome.
Behind some doors I find ephemeral joy,
Behind others, despair that lingers for years.
I find anger behind some,
Peace behind others,
But some reveal horrifying truths.
I laugh,
I cry,
I scream,
I try.
Whats in this room you ask,
Which I would spend forever seeking?
Why my dreams of course,
My hopes and wishes,
No more remorse.
Each room has its own music,
Unique to each room no two are the same.
Some sweet and compelling,
Some dark and destructive,
But still I open every door, still I play the game.
But you must be careful,
Some rooms deceive you,
Lure you into the belly of a monster,
With false beautiful music,
Pulling you in.
Some rooms choose to be silent,
A deathly quiet in which,
You know not what to expect.
But be prepared for the worst,
Be on your guard.
Somewhere,
Somewhere in this house,
Of lies and deceit,
Lies the Room of Angels,
The room I seek.
The Room of Angels,
The room I seek,
The room I cant see.
