The dark room is engulfing me from inside,
The dark room is engulfing me from inside,
Even after opening every window, nothing seems bright.
The heartbeats are pounding like it’s their last night,
So many empty papers are fluttering but have nothing to write.
An echo is coming — could it be a knight,
Who came to save me, or should I be in fright?
Every aspect turns dark when the time isn’t right,
I want to scream for help, but I choose to stay quiet.
It’s not the first time I’ve received this slap so tight,
It always happens when I clutch the rope of hope in delight.
I feel a burden dragging me down whenever I take flight,
I dig my nails into my own flesh until my knuckles turn white.
Sometimes I search for my old soul, longing to reunite,
But the blossomed version of mine feels too far from sight.
I’ve mingled with the darkness, becoming its inseparable site —
A shadowed painting, desperately craving its dark night.
