My blood is starting
To grow cold.
Cracked eyes begin
To review the temperature
From the outside.
I've been in this room for too long.

The world may have
Already ended.
It is a desolate fog
Consuming the area
Similar
All too real
Possible with the screen of my mind.
I'm too scared to check.

Pillars of a new dawn
Arising novel grass
Lies in the perimeter.
It is not preferred
But my skin isn't stung
With its' touch
So i'll let it stay.

These walls started as victims of my meaning.
They've grown to become
Friends i've gathered onto the raft,
along with the ceiling
My god.