Forgotten
Staring at it you see nothing but dirt, covering my name. Since I was buried there, no one ever paid me a visit, my dead body lingers on forgotten, and my memory means nothing. As I spent my life not deepening my bond with people, my grave had no tears, no flowers, no lamentations. No one cried for me.
Now what am I? Have I made some contributions to society? No, I was just another ordinary man. And now I am nothing but a putrefying corpse. All the stuff I've been through, my happy and sad memories, my untold stories, what are they now? Nothing, and so am I.
Dark hideout
I plunged deep into the darkness' realms, allowing it to fully wrap this wounded gloomy soul of mine. For inside de depths of that lair no light comes in, it's the place I go when I need to rest this sick body of mine. Even though I was asleep, I couldn't relax, for my soul was endlessly flying the nightmare's kingdom blackened skies, not allowing me to rest even when unconscious. Bad dreams linger on and melancholy never ends.
When I woke up my eyes were useless, I could only see the dark and feel it caressing my body. It was like the floor and the ceiling weren't there. When I walked, I stepped into the blinding darkness staring at the infinite void. It's like I'm not inside the world I live, but into my mind's land, in which I may be the king or the slave, the savior or the destroyer.
Room
I don't know why, but all of a sudden I remembered you and your weird deeds. After so many time wondering what would be there, I didn't get surprised when I saw it.
If it was somebody else, they would think it is just a room, but not for me. It's part of us, it all is.
No matter how bad things turn out to be, death will set us free sometime, and then we can sleep forever... together...
I wonder when I'm going to die and finally be able to rest in peace...