Contains topic like self harm. Do not read if you get triggered by such topics.
My little black room
It is getting smaller again
I try to push it away-but in vain
The lights are flickering
The sun is drowning
I sit unmoving
In my little black room
The picture still hangs
On the top corner of the black wall
Under which I made my first call
No one picks
I sigh and fall.
The warmth still flows from my wrist
Dead eyes and the air is still
Black dots are all I see
I imagine them painted
Around my little black room.
I hear shouting
Is it a man or my head
I can't tell
The banging in my head
Drains out the one outside
I lay Numb and my heartbeat slips
Before I let the darkness consume
I take a last look at my little black room.
Just as I was about to hit the ground
Arms wrap around me
Next i hear footsteps pound
Frenzied eyes is all I see
Blue and red
Red and blue
They are taking me away
From my little black room.
I smile at the distance between us
I see the room smile back
I see sinister and evil
Awaiting my retrieval
To my little black room.
