This Room

vaisvil

This Room

            Me,
            I try to see,
            out of the confines of this room.

            This room,
            has no windows,
            four blank walls,
            a ceiling and coke for company.
            That is want is left to me!

            I,
            plead,
            for help.
            For my only exit from here,
            I have no hope

            This room,
            has become,
            my home.
            Which you would polietly call hell.
            Oh, well!

            I don't know,
            how I came to be here.
            It seems to be just one of those things that I got,
            while I was on my way....
            on my way....

MT-68 drums
Elec. lead and rythym
CZ-101 bass
Vocal