Empty Room
Darker than night
As silence breaks in a sigh,
I see that light
Flashing crisp and bright in my eyes,
I follow the brightness,
It ends up in darkness,
A voice cries as the morning blooms,
And I find myself in an empty room..
My voice grows as louder as it can
There's no one to hear my cry,
Murmuring to myself
There's no one to reply..
In this four cornerd cage
When I open my eyes, I presume;
That I'm all alone in this empty room..
I follow the brightness,
It ends up in darkness,
And as the morning blooms,
I find myself in an empty room..
Like a tongue tied a silent outcry,
Those petrified words
I'd yell to decry..
Coz I follow the brightness,
Which ends up in darkness,
And as the morning blooms,
I find myself in an empty room..
And in the holy darkness of my doom
shall anyone collaborate escaping this room?
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