Dark Room

I don't know, free write.

The room grow closer, and the sound of white noise gets even whiter. The deepe echoes of my mind speaks to me, in that I call myself foolish, and the beat-in is lost within the noise of sound. A wolf without it's pack is a wolf I see, can it be me. The sound of your voice is my mistake, but it the thing that brought me to live. This room is nothing but filled of myself. I can't recall why I'm here, I know there a reason in everything. I yell "Anyone there!" But no response, just the noise that can bring death closer or further. The room got dimmer, as the bright white bird flies away, and for every tear is a drop of rain. I'm cold, I'm scared, in fear I tremble like a shirtless guy out in the snow, I try to escape from this room, but it calls for my name "Yuta!" In a dead whisper, but I deny it. I can't take the pain anymore, it feels like death is near, and the endpoint of a blade. Things began to fade, I beg myself for a second chance, in which the tears means nothing, and the one thing so easy to understand is the thing in front of you. The one big regret I have is letting that bird fly away, in which I say to myself " I'm sorry, come back!"

Author's Note

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