Room Of Grey Stone Poem by Diana Euyoque

When I am alone
In this room made of stone
I become lost in my mind.
What clue exactly am I trying to find?
Is it my loneliness that has lost me
What was going to set me free?

I look around and all I see is grey
And the eyes of those who betray.
They stare down at me
As my heart and soul plea
Begging for a painless night
Hoping to see some sort of salvation light.

Close my eyes,
I refuse to be blinded by their lies.
Protected by my own darkness
My life they won't harness.
My world of make believe
Will protect me
From their cruelty
That I pretend not to see.

In this cold room of grey stone,
I have a chill on every bone.
I know I live in a world of disorder and hate
And I have to save myself before its too late.
I can trust no one to rescue my being
Without expecting a bit of bleeding.
In this room of cold grey stone
I rest safe, but alone.