NOBODY's room is as dark as a tunnel.
I light a candle to find myself in awe.
Images of poets of the past,
portrait of Mona Lisa turned upside down,
and paintings that tell no stories
all hang on the red-washed wall
rattling and humming a melancholic note.

Nobody's room is cold and solemn
filled with books covered in cobwebs.
Sucidal note written boldly in red
and I'm sure that's blood
for the room smells like wet metal.
The wailing continues from dusk till dawn
and so, Nobody lives there no more.

The room exists in your mind and soul too
But Nobody's room is the coolest.
I live with Nobody there
would you like to join us?

© Limatoshi Longkumer