White Room - No More ~James
There I sat in my little white room
One I'd had since birth, one I'd have till doom
With it's unending white ceiling, walls, and floor...
The strangest thing though, this room has no door
Entrapped in this room of a semingly endless white
a room without darkness, bathed in the light
I was ignorant of my surroundings for a long time,
then I discovered the prison where I was confined
I then gave up on ever being free
I gave up on the chance to see
something beyond these four walls
I had given up on it all...
In my rage and depression, I had failed to realize
that the room had changed before my eyes
No longer were the walls white, but blood red...
They were stained from my own blood-shed
The floor was pitch black, the color of my heart
"With a heart filled with hatred, the light will depart"
And the ceiling had become a tapestry of blue.
Each, proof of my screams, each shout, another hue
Alson gone was the light, replaced by the shade
And then, slowly, my exisistance began to fade
At first I found myself quite pleased...
My hate, anger, and stress had eased
But I hadn't found happiness, just relief
And there I sat in a horrid disbeleif.
My body began to quake and shift in fear
For realization hit that happiness can't be found here
I then began to try to get out
For I was set on seeing what the world was about.
In anger, I struck the walls with all my might.
But blow after blow, the wall held tight.
Once I tired, and dropped to the floor in anguish
I cleared my mind and the walls began to vanish
No longer held captive, I was now free.
I wasn't blind anymore, I could see!
Then a corridor appeared in my sight...
Everything seemed normal with it's walls of white
As I continued to procede down the hall,
Hundreds of pictures began to fill the wall.
The images of my horror and torture cut deep.
So harsh was the pain that it caused me to weep.
I kept going until I could take no more.
Crippled by tears, I realized I was in front of a door.
Rising, I reached for the knob in hopes of turning it
When I couldn't, I felt like I should burn it.
Is this what I had come all this way for?!
My trials, my tribulation, to be stopped by a door?
Somehow, someday I'll unlock whatever is inside.
Because I've nothing to lose and no reason to hide.