My House Is Trying To Kill Me
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Category : Poems
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I've measured my room twice
Because, you see, the walls are closing in.
No one else quite notices
The subtle changes of this house called Berlin.
Before the city shut down
I sang tales of the roof over my head.
Rain is drowning everything around
So by tomorrow, I might just be dead.
At night, I hear growling
From the doors longing my scent.
Is it really them
Or is it water screaming from the carpet?
My home yearns to be a cemetary
And my bed is already a tomb.
Another day comes to an end.
Another inch the walls draw near.
I wonder if anyone will understand
Why I now live my life in fear.
