Blue and Empty Rooms

Smoothness worn by traced water,
The diamond droplets swim across my face.
Beneath the ceiling hangs a golden light,
Outside the world held by a cold dead night.
The rooms are still and choked with plaster,
Dusty old and haunted by twirling motes of sadness.
It gets deeper, grows deeper still,
I laugh outside the raining gardens.
I laugh inside the bleeding room.
Broken fragments weave a glittering path,
That lead to blue and empty chambers.
Haunted by the delicate whispers,
Haunted by the scent of you.
Spiral serpents and thoughtless words,
Twine around this dead house.