The room

Four walls closing in

Locked inside

In a corner I lay down on my knees

Head between the legs.

Eyes empty

Staring at nothing

Look around

All white and pure.

Need some colour,

Cut my wrists,

And start writing

Like possessed I keep writing

All four walls,

The ground.

I stop and stare at my art,

My life written in this division

I put myself again in the corner,

Head between the legs,

Waiting...