As I enter
This house of gloom
I feel there is nothing to look forward to
If not for the comfort of my own room.
All is dark and heavy,
As my heart;
Though even I am not as empty.
And I wonder how I have come to dread
That which I must face everyday
And if the strangers living in this house
All feel the same way.
(i have nothing cool to say)
-rhia