The Floor Is Just So Cold (Darkened Room Series)

In this darkened room here still, freezing in its winter blues

a place where all my sadness and guilt painfully start to fuse

the floor is just so cold, even while I'm wrapped in dust

i choke and i shiver quietly as my emotions decay and rust

alone i sit, the floor made of stone, and my chains holding on tight

this room I've explored quite a bit as of late and i know i won't be alright

the dust on this floor builds more everyday and i can't seem to escape the filth

this melancholy atmosphere leaves me nothing inside but guilt

and alone i will rot as i sit by myself and ponder my entire life

i look at the ground and right by my side is the shimmer of a knife

but I'm not looking for some kind of escape, man thats just not me

or is it though, sometimes i don't know who I'm suppose to be

i lay the knife down by my leg and think about those facts

but i guess i got all the time in the world for me to wonder that