Inn
The End
'Welcome, and rest in peace'
As we lay underneath
the blankets of room
'D3 AD'. Slithering into
senility behind closed
curtains, television
a blur, volume static
burdened. Our vision
furthered into tunnel,
our life journey remains
to continue down the
rabbit hole. These vents
exhale warm air instead
of degrees that'd help
dim the heat, as we stay
asleep, the air breathes
in our defeat. The angel
of darkness remains to
reap, but it's too late in
the decision that god
cannot pray among the
faithful. We lie on our
backsides in the term
that our life's were self
reduced to a plate full
of maggots and stems.
So as we waste the
rest of our moments in
this hotel, we hymn
till death do us part,
and together we fade
inside the Inn "The End".