The Room Poem by Harley Morriss

sitting in a room
padded with white
life like the sands of time
in which is nearly running on empty
blood dripping from his eyes
his head facing the ground
the never ending pain of heart break
wishing it would all be over
the pain
the death
His life
his mind
playing tricks on him
like his heart breaker laughing at him
the cause of the pain
the reason he's in this room
the reason of all the never ending
tests
and lies
the pain rushing
through him
he's blacking out
he's in a trans
can't tell the difference
of whats real
and
whats not
seeing demons
of great pain
never ending anger
he's crossing in and out of his world
the lights
flickering
on and off
life and death
on and off
the difference
of his life
or
his wish

The lights are off
the beasts are in
before he dies
he thanks the gods