The walls, Are closing in. This room, is shrinking. The air, is thinning. The life, is dying. My heart, is breaking. And I, am lonely. .... I keep my window, open. I let the air, sing. I watch others, from a screen And I pray to fall. I pray to fall into the surface, Of freedom. Of a life. I pray to a god That does not listen. The only god around here, Is the one, who caged me. The one who, convinces, me, That isolation, is what I deserve. ... The walls Are crashing down. This room, Is haunted. The air, is toxic. This life, is lifeless. My heart, is broken And I am. Alone.