Step in and rest wearily
Your troubles here are the best
Every image your fear does possess

Such pretty illusions
Poses and all sweet scents
Where too are all the roses

And the thorns they don't bite
When you're safe from all your doubts
In this room comfort seeps deceptively

Till your dead
From the inside
Out is but a grave

In the comfort zone
Artificially boxed restrained
Air short getting shorter waning

All the once pretty flowers
Their colours run down dreary
Till sludge is climbing up your legs

No lock no key but deception
Has claimed another chapter
Of what life may still claim

Time for motion of ones will
What does willingness will for
With some distressing emotion

A heartful of determination
Shall give rise to some clever
Quick thoughts in desperation

Beware of your next step
That such is beyond the

Zone...

Of deathly comfort!!!