4 Black Walls A streak of silver in the middle One Man lays here His Eyes Stare 100ft ahead of him Unblinking His fingers Twitch Timelessly As if he's reminscing piano keys Playing a simple symphony of jazzy tunes Throughout The Room World immersed in darkness,spotted with headlights of the cosmics Always conscious of every swift movement Arises The Beast Feeds on the intestines of vanity It never had a dream It only knows what you know Birthed in a world full of carnage Always balancing on deaths margin Destined to return to the soil It realizes its worth In disguise Still being drowned in its enviroment It merges Eyes Glare full of Hunger,Hostility,Animosity,Pursuit. It Immerses itself into oblivion Bares Fangs at The Room Let every headstone spell out infernal doom Shimmering eyes in the silhouettes The Room Filled with innocence,imagination,overflowing spirits,bashful spectars After souls nectar like morning dews on Black Petunias The Ominous is beautiful too Like how nebulas decorate the universe Now Welcome As you enter **The Room