The Dark Room
I'm dying here
alone, in this room
My cryptic thoughts and calming breaths
trying to grasp onto my sense of reality
This mysterious darkness
what will I spiral into?
Held here against my will
in this Pandora's box of crawling poison
Trapped, I’m forced to suffer in my own pathetic grief
lost family, happy thoughts, please come back to me
Swallowing the pitiful memories
of a time yet lost
Ringing, screaming, insanity in my blind ears
I’m not myself, I’m not really here
My reassurance slowly turns to fear
hallucinations, causing me to wear myself out
forcing me back into the molding corners
Medicine is now intoxicating
Tantrums, reflecting a life gone wrong
I can’t escape the fear
an emotional trickle that can’t be covered up
Overwhelming sadistic demeanor
choking on droopy, grey visions
My heavy eyes long for comfort
but i can’t rid His sinister, cheap laugh
I’m restless, I can’t escape or sleep
I want, I crave to be let out
Take me back to the light, the familiar light
but I’m held back in my teasing, cruel subconscious
The realities I push so far behind me
resurface, tormenting me once again
And pull me back in this restraining, evil room
This cold, bleeding, crying, dark room.
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