Intermission In the White Room

Ridding the world of you came at a cost now I float without color without virtue Why can’t I feel my arms? what were once extensions to hold me up don’t provide much when walls aren’t a factor This place has an odd irony I seem to be the butt of it’s joke No violence, love, hate or demeanor is needed I don’t even think the decorator had any idea what to do with the interior Gave it to the serpent and the man with the hat who sits on the clouds I should probably move Saints come here for purification I’m the elephant in the room that everyone's well aware of but unsure of Do-gooders snicker and point wonder why I’m even here So much for secrecy, so much for some well earned alone time I wanted to rest by the white tree have a drink wax idiotic with Dante and Virgil rather that than being cleansed by fire it was just one and she deserved it There I go opening my big mouth again the flames lick my toes as the chubby servants poke with their sticks God damn it I told you I have a thick coat this may take a while so I hope you brought something to read Drink the elixir, pardon the purpose, give me the light and rest bring on Hades make a decision cause I’ve always been torn between the two Not all bad is good and vice versa Book it for the door as the red guy extends his grip I should have tried a different route no turning back now I will not be reprimanded by the mountain on this wing I’m carried back where I belong amongst the hysterical and crying souls of a nameless generation I’m back.... did you miss me?