Literature
Come Here
Come here.
Listen for a moment,
Imagine with me.
There sits a little house full of darkness,
Devoid of life
Full of pulses,
Only one walks around.
Sit here.
Ponder for a while,
Imagine with me.
There sits a house full of women,
Broken hearts
Empty tears
Only one still loves.
Lay here.
Hope for a while,
Imagine with me.
There sits a house full of blood,
Absent of health
Glutton of pain,
Only one still bleeds.
Sleep here.
Pretend for a while,
Imagine with me.
There sits a house with one man,
Missing his heart
Loving their pain
He is the one who sees-