Room of Horror

Let me tell you a tale,

Of horror and despair,

It's a true as the day,

The fainthearted beware.

It isn't about ghosts,

Strange happenings at night,

Poltergeists or demons,

Or witches taking flight

But my story's hellish

And horrific to tell,

'Cause I'm trapped in my mind

In my own kind of hell.

I hold the key to freedom

From this desolate space,

Like I'm the prisoner and guard

Of this weary, bleak place.

But the lock seems too lost,

Perhaps the key won't fit,

Or am I keeping myself,

In this engulfing, dark pit?

This hell-like imprisonment

Is hopeless and black,

From corners and crevices

The monsters attack.

But not monsters in sense

Of sharp teeth and load roars,

They're viscously dark thoughts

That you just can't ignore.

At night when it's lonely,

And you're quietly low.

They tell you you're useless

And to blame for your woe.

They block sun with cloud,

Cast shadows through days,

Creating constant torment,

Through a deep, dreary haze.

The creatures will snipe

Until you give in

To what they are saying

'Till you let them win.

But because this place,

Exists in my head,

People can't see it,

Or understand the dread,

So I'm trapped in this hell,

Of perpetual gloom,

And to live my days out,

In this godforsaken room.