Room 453 Poem by Chris Noir

As sky was dancing in the warmth,
And world drowned in the midday light
I walked the square in midst of nowhere
And killing the time til 9 pm flight.

I roamed the suburban streets
Near the airport, a lovely lane,
Not aware that some place out there
Waits to play tricks on my brain.

As i passed a quaint old garden
With hedges trimmed and with ivy vines
By a man of odd sort was i approached,
Who asked a minute of my time.

And since i was bored i did not ignore
but now i know that would've been wise,
But i stopped to chat, take this he said,
and gave me a flyer with weirdest signs,

I looked up close to ones and o's
written on the papers face,
It's not that odd i thought, a binary code,
Some geeky joke no doubt in place.

As i looked more signs formed a door
(On the backside i did see)
the picture formed, a hotel door,
Assigned a number-453.

How strange, i said and scratched my head,
and my curiosity awoke,
the sun still shined and i had some time
To play along this stupid joke.

So i walked into a bar called the ‘Southern star',
And inquired about what i did see
and what everyone tells me there's only one hotel,
In the town with room 453.

so i ordered something fresh and wrote down the address,
And was quickly on my way out
half past one, and my drink was done,
to the hotel i took the nearest rout.

And as i gazed the flowery maze
of streets and lanes and slim young pines
from everyone i met, the same look did i get,
A look with concern in their eyes.

An old woman screamed, bumping at me,
nearly brought me to the ground,
you're going the wrong way, the woman did say,
And i realized what she was talking about.

all the folks that went this course
All of them except for me,
Moved the to the opposite end from where i did head,
To find the room 453.

at 14: 12 i'm at the hotel,
I walked in through lobby door
And i asked the man behind the desk
To show me to the floor.

To show m the floor with the corridor
That leads to where i want to be
He looked half amused by my serious words,
and he did reply with a smile on his lips.

You've been fooled friend, said the man
Looking at me with a smiling face,
From the room one and through to room 452
those are the rooms we have in this place

There used to be one more on the furthest floor,
But log since it was closed for guests
Twas a scene of a crime and from that time
it is vacant and not available for rent.

Show me to it nevertheless
i did go all this way,
I have a flight, at 9 tonight
And i have no intention to stay.

So we walked to the lift and went up with it.
he was holding the master key
Cuse the original one has long been gone,
To the room 453.

as we walked to the door on the furthest floor,
He turned the key and opened it wide,
Inside was the same in every way,
To all the rooms i've been to in my life.

A couple of chairs and a single bed,
In the corner was a lamp,
A Bible sat on a little nightstand,
but the air was stale and the room was damp.

But something inside caught my eye
in the corner to the left,
this little part was darker than dark,
and something there slowly crept,

The air became heavy with sulphuric stench
The thing wore a face resembling mine,
It wore same eyes and same old smile,
but somehow dead and warped by time.

Now, i was scared like never before,
And walk to the exit of the room
But the door, so nigh, was locked from outside,
and i couldn't escape through.

‘Don't you remember', i heard a voice,
there was mocking in its words
And that awful thing did start to sing,
But i felt as only i've heard,

‘Long ago, you've been here before, You've
Been here and you met your end,
That ancient july we both did die
on this same old hotel bed.'

‘There was a gun and a bottle of scotch
no one ever found the man
No dna, nothing but the same
Bible on the small nightstand'

‘What does it matter, i asked in anger,
As i regained the strength to speak
Every hotel in this redneck hell
has one in every room, you freak! '

‘Every but one, and it's this one
i hoped you would be aware, son
This one never had no books by the beds,
Just a bottle and the gun.'

‘Didn't the sign tell ''Dead End Hotel'',
when you was walking in
It's a place to die, none leave alive,
Here you pay for your sins! '

‘I read the signs as i walked by
It said hotel, and nothing more
just a normal ad for meal and bed
And two stars above the door.'

‘That's the door you came in by,
To look outside i dare you to,
From this hotel you go to hell
And there's nothing you can do! '

And he started to smile with a grin so vile
It almost made me blind
He said rapture came and i so vain
Was one of those left behind.

‘Look at your Bible' said the thing
With a sinister smile,
Without hesitation i opened the revelations
and no verses did i find.

‘Its empty you creep', i said while i did weep
‘Thats right' the creep replied,
thats ‘cause nothing is revealed to those who end up here,
And by their own hand do die!

He grabbed me and he dragged me
There opened a hole in the floor,
The air left me when i tried to scream
And in panic clawed the door.

Now i reside on the other side,
In a mirror on the bathroom wall,
I take the face of the unfortunate waste,
That comes in through the hotel door,

If you can read this, your end is nigh,
you are coming to stay with me,
in the dusty hell of a two star hotel
In the room 453.