The Three Rooms of Him
There’s a red room that holds my veins
and where my tattered wings hang from chains
and a corner where my halo rests.
There’s a blue room that holds my tears
and washes away my simple fears
and down a drain they fall.
There’s a green room that holds emotions
and throws away love and devotion
and keeps envy and hatred instead.
In these rooms, an angel falls,
and naked I lay along the walls
for I cannot hold myself up
without my wings.
And when I leave these rooms behind,
I’ll no longer have a selfless mind,
for angels only last so long
inside a devil’s home.
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