i walk this dark room myself,

pitch black is all i see

feels like a black sea

but what you donʼt know,

i know this room

and it is not just any dark room

while it may bring great gloom

never leaving would be hard to assume

may seem to be never-ending,

but across those doors is hope for more

a room where it doesnʼt feel like another chore

but will i get there in attempts to look for the next door ?

or will i finally ignore

and become victim to the trap door

leaving me in my final tomb

so far from the peaceful womb

the desire to be free

has truly left me carefree