ikarys_fallen

Sitting alone in a dull, square room,
Wondering why I'm here.
All is quiet, bare and plain.
There is no noise to hear.

The walls are made of lacquered metal.
And painted drab and grey.
There's no decor or furniture.
The colors have gone away.

I see no windows and no true doors,
Narrow coffin corridors.
Through the window in my head, nature's realm,
And through the hatches, man's halls.

Through the window I can see
The world is all but gone.
The trees and ground are featureless
Filled instead by endless, blue void.

The plants are dead, the land is a phantom
No light dares touch the land.
All the trees are straight, but death
Has already waved its hand.

The clouds aren't moving, the winds aren't blowing,
The sea gives forth no life.
Silence rules with an iron fist,
And cuts the air like a knife.

Outside the door of structured steel
Are shapes that men have made.
The perfect joints and planes and lines
Have no variety.

The floor, and ceiling, and both the walls
Are all exactly the same.
There's nothing out of the usual.
All that is, is plain.

Inside the room I sit and wait
For what I do not know.
My curiosity died and my mind stopped working
At a point some time ago.

All I'm doing is sitting and staring
And I doubt that I have aged,
For I'm not so sure that time has passed.
Oh, will things ever change?

A clock ticks... tocks... ticks...
A goldfish swims in my mind, around... around... around...
The dust creeps... creeps... creeps...
I am bored... bored... bored...