What Do You Do, Where Do You Go

What do you do? Where do you go? The last thing you remember is living it up in paradise, basking in the sunshine heat Then you wake up, and you’re in a cold dark room. No windows or doors. Nothing. Just blackness as the cold seeps in. Where do you go? What do you do? Everything is gone Nothing is there, just an empty room. You beat at the walls, scream and cry. Where do you go? What do you do? You beat till your fists are bloody. You scream, though they’re sucked up by the hollowness of those four walls. You scream till to your vocal cords burst. You cry yourself dry. Where do you go? What do you do? You fall in defeat. You lay on the floor. The ice blanket of coldness covers you. It eats away to your bones. There’s nothing more. Where do you go? What do you do?