White Room

Once a week when the gate is open

You walk through the shadows of garden

Watch the torn swans float in ponds

Of their own jetblack blood

You imagine of diving in there

Where the surface fastly disappears

Scarlet light filters through the waters

And unseen hands pull down your feet

(But) you will wake into your own screams

That surrounding walls echo in your ears

You'll know that the moon is growing

You cannot move, they have leashed you here

So no-one know about your tortured whispers

No-one knows about those choking cries

That echo from behind

The barred windows at nights

White walls surround your kingdom where white worms

Feast on your flesh, crawling on your chest

And shoulders, where darkness never seems to end

you're on your quest

When small window lights your land

You will open your tired eyes

Sleepless you've spent your night

Again, you swallow your daily lies

And the gate is open now

Still float the gutted swans

Again you're drowning deep

But you will never die