i dont need to close my eyes to see deep darkness
i dont need to breathe to smells the warm scent of sweet perfumes
i dont need to reach out my hand to feel the soft cushion of my bed

i remember when we first moved in to our new house
i can still see my glow-in-the-dark stars
i dont think there was anything i liked more at that young age then my stars

but something haunted that room
in a special way that no one but i would understand
but that little room sometimes seemed in the palm of my hand

i loved my room
soo peaceful and quiet
but in the most morbid of ways

i knew that there was something sacred about that room
the walls stood so obedient and tall