It's the drum of your heart beating fast and loud,

soul slowly dissipating, like the contents of a cloud,

staring at the ceiling, at the sterile floor,

the fate lies in front of you, a securely closed door,

dreams, you wish, you stalwartly strive to know,

to peak through that door, through the sea you row,

the sea of your miseries and lethal mistakes,

a hand reaches out, and your concern it takes,

you reach back out,  you wish to be done,

the lively hand vanishes , the light no longer shone,

yet again on the insipid floor, of an extremely bland house,

sadness surrounds you, and the demise of  joy you rouse.