Sitting there Silent in the still room White walls surrounding me No windows, no seats Not being able to think of a single thing Feeling enclosed in a small padded room Hugging yourself tightly, not being able to let go Nothing but silence Not a sound to be heard The dim flicker of the light above Casting smudged white shadows of your demonds on the walls Your only company being the split second of the shadow Feeling more and more tired by the minuet Drifting off into the darkness Slowly letting go You begin to fade Becoming nothing But the shadow that shows for only a split second