Sitting here caught in a daze
Staring into space as my eyes glaze
Hearing the whispery voices from afar
But only because the door was left ajar
Here, in the room at which I am in
There is nothing, spoken words seem to be a sin
A single loud breath could be heard through the silence
It may seem sad, though it's better than violence
As I sit here the walls begin to freeze
Though it begins to turn to ice, it still bleeds
To never love again is the mission
For the room of which I am in, is my heart
