teebs (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} peachforhours) wrote,@ 2007-12-08 01:05:00 |
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The Light
Suspended from the ceiling lies
A solitary bulb that fades,
Clinging forlornly to its life,
It casts the light in subtle shades.
Suspended from the ceiling lies
A solitary bulb that fades,
Clinging forlornly to its life,
It casts the light in subtle shades.
And while the room sits deathly still,
The string that holds the bulb does sway,
And darkness has to wait until
The ghostly light’s faded away.
If only sunlight could break through,
But windowless the room remains,
There’s no one left to answer to:
Only the walls who don’t complain.
The corners are disguised in black;
The spaces that the light can’t reach,
The places where we can’t go back,
The mourners left that try to preach.
And soon the glint will say goodbye,
The dusty room will fade from sight,
So will the last one here to die
Please turn out the light.
