You enter the room. Darkness is all you see. Then crouch on the floor. Say to yourself When will I wake from this dream? The silence scares you straight. Broken hope. You say back to yourself How will I get out of this mess? I wish it would end. It just now begins. Stuck in a rut. Spinning around. Insanity at its peak from the sound as your hope falls to the ground. Falling down. Falling down.
