My potent tears of ill discernment rained down all night
Without the quaint comfort that they would subside
The mood was carved in dark stone and laid upon my forehead
Most delicately………
I dreamt of a room with six doors the walls an off white color
I entered the first door and gazed around the room
Upon the walls was written every word I ever regretted
In one scream of agony and truth
The words fell of the walls and entered my mouth
Then down to my heart…….
I entered the second room yet another off white
In the corner sat a lonely tree he wept bitterly
I asked him why he cried
He spoke of being forgotten I said I remembered
The third room was made of half rotten wood
Upon the floor laid a shattered alarm clock
It rejoiced with all its might at my arrival
I fixed it and hung it proudly on the wall
The fourth room was covered by beautiful masks
A stagnant  smell hung on the air it hinted at some sort of disease
I left quickly
In the fifth room was a pale figure with scarlet hair
Her face was similar to mine
She kissed me on the cheek and handed me a key
The sixth room was locked the key quickly came in handy
In the sixth room lay the lady who gave me the key
She was bleeding profusely
Next to her stood a man laughing as he clenched a  knife
His malice was so deep it made her quiver
I left the room and found myself in my room
The tears had subsided
But a part of  me died that strange night
With the scarlet haired lady…….