I'm all alone in this white cell
A deafening silent sterile hell
There's no windows, there's no doors
A vast and empty hardwood floor
The ceiling is beyond my reach
Walls that look blank and bleached
There's no way out, and no way in
My only weapon is a long sharp pin
From above, they slowly appear
Orbs of black and sticky fear
Now as soon as they touch the ground
It seems they can't be moved around
But if I can catch them on my spike
They quickly vanish as I would like
If I do not, they stay permanent
And fill the room as if cement
Never falling from the same place
Their frequency increases pace
I'm growing tired and out of breath
I can see my impending death
They pile high with every failure
In tears I beg an imagined jailer
Sets me free from this state
Time goes by with no change in fate
With every miss, the orbs creep closer
I begin to lose all composure
So many now I can hardly move
I wonder what this was meant to prove
I get the feeling of suffocation
Moments from my own damnation
Just before it's my life they take
That is when I am shook awake
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