The Room

There were so many times, 

I didn't know how I kept going. 

At a cross roads more than ever before; 

That in itself says something. 

The world around me, trembles and burns in fire. 

I lay awake, bed-ridden, attempting to massage away pains, 

That only awaken with me the next day, 

And the next...

And the next. 

Looking for a way through, 

Peace has come a bit, 

But so has has life fallen, 

And in acceptance. 

I feel trapped to make moves, but not moves I'd choose. 

I have watched this life burn, 

All around me.

I have watched it go up in flames. 

And I have walked my self back, 

Everyday, 

To a secluded apartment that has become my life. 

Even saving the world, has become impossible when I can't get out of bed. 

The system eats up my money, 

And leaves me for dead. 

I have observed the hearts of men, feed the blackness that feeds on life. 

And in doing so, 

I have watched myself die, 

In a room of solitude.