Sitting in a room,
Staring at blank walls,
Thinking of the dark heart,
Encased in cold ice,
Hearing the dying screams of memories,
Holding a grudge,
Against all humanity,
For pushing me toward the edge,
The edge of insanity,
The dark edge of a looming chasm,
Holding on to a hope,
A hope of some light in this dark
Blank room,
Just staring at the walls,
Hoping to find a light,
To climb my way out from this hole that is insanity,
Wanting to reach out and feel hand
take mine to pull me up and not push me down,
I think about this in my blank white room,
Sitting in a straight jacket,
Staring at the padded walls.
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