Life in the Room

The red light illuminates

The dark room in which I lay

Not for slumber

But for a hiding place

For what the outside of the room beholds

Appalls every inch of me

The abhorrent shrieks

The past entities

The agonizing pain

Is not something I wish to again greet

Yet the horror is inevitable

Isolation keeps me warm

But the void is still there

I can only finish this journey

Once I leave the room

So here I ascend from where I rest

As I take small steps

Towards the door in which leads to a fickle world

As it opens I experience a sense

Of overwhelming dread and anxiety

Yet I know this is but a continuation

From where I left off