In My Room

[Mr. Crowley]

One of my favorite poems,

"In My Room"

In my room the candle light blooms,

and the beast crawls on the floor,

in my brain twilight blooms,

and a demon head on the door.

In my room the creeps will creep,

and the darkness sucks the air,

the ghosts will play hide and seek,

as I sit in my planet chair.

In my room my eyes will wander to every corner and crack,

the hidden rook within the nook,

and the angel in the sack.

In my room lights will dance,

and music begins to play,

and liars pray at their last chance,

in hopes of a brighter day.

In my room the dark light shines its neon electric glow,

upon my pallid face it reveals,

my evenescent flow.

And in my room heaven and hell,

decide their end of days,

as my soul drifts down the black lit well,

to join the enthralling craze.

[Winter Steele]

This poem is very good. It spoke to me on a deep level. Who is the author ? I think its my favorite now too. Thanks for sharing!

[Mr. Crowley]

This poem is very good. It spoke to me on a deep level. Who is the author ? I think its my favorite now too. Thanks for sharing!

I am happy to hear that you liked it. It is actually my work, I write poetry every now and then when I get a sense of ispiration. I don't write much but I'm a shy and humble person so I appreciate your words, I didn't think anyone would reply. Thank you

[Winter Steele]

Your Welcome. Because you have talent, I honestly think you should write poems more often.