Door Slam

There's a room

cold and lonely room
locking him away

he's a shade of blue painted over Grey

He asked himself if this was the way to go
bleeding is a dream all inside its own...

here the knife has kissed his burning skin
falling is not sleep, death was there to win

so secretly he became insane ...

"simple little freak life was never sane"

...

spinning around and then upside down
drinking to live but life was never found

...

Shhh...There's a room

cold and lonely room
locking him away