Imagine the room smells like incense,
The sweet smells of madness,
Tickling your overwhelmed sinus.
Mushrooms grow out of the walls,
And rock stars congregate on the ceiling,
While horned horses prance in the halls.
Alice from wonderland often vacations here,
As does Zero, from a Nightmare Before Xmas,
When they leave, they do shed a dry tear.
It's simple, it's florescent white,
The colour can seduces your retinas,
Under the chilling black light.
There's much to imagine in this room,
Dancing brown tins, books of revolution,
But for me, all it is,
Is a sweet smelling tomb.