The Room

With blood shot eyes I looked up
Surveying the dank room
Lacerations marked my body
I knew that I was in doom

As my senses returned I realised
This was something worse than Hell
The floor beneath me seemed to spin
I knew that I had fell

From the pedestal where I once sat
Miss high and mighty Parker
My world which was one so bright
Had become something much darker

With shaking hands I touched my face
Not knowing what I'd find there
My fingers traced cuts of deep
And fingered matted hair

Unsteadily I began to rise
My legs without feeling
I knew that emotionally
These wounds would never be healing

Slowly I looked around
My breath quickening in pace
My heart and erratic drum solo
Blood masking my horrified face

And as I took that fatal step
Toward my impending doom
My life was cut off from this world
To wander forever in that room