It was cold inside the room,
Colder than Russian winter.
The moon was knocking on the windows.
Everythings frozen,
Even shadows stoped their dance.
Listen to the sound of pure silence
Can you recognize that sound?
Another minute of your life fell and smashed into pieces.
The room is ment to be the one that is never rented,
So empty,
That emptiness would hardly fit inside your little world of decorations.
It is possible that some day the phone will ring,
And the room will be destroyed.
It will not survive such disturbance.