Walls bleed the thick coded paint
The touch of the thickness rubs off onto this aged skin
A door, an escape
I can see the white light like a forgiveness
The only sounds in my ears
Are whispers of faint voices escaping from the walls
Where am i
A year of confusion and I am forever lost
The taste of blood still rubs off my lips
This unwanted blood I can not escape from
This white door may be open, but somehow
I know its still locked
The smell of freedom flows past me
I am a prisoner
I am forever locked into this room
I am forever stuck inside this body.