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Staring down an empty corridor
Through the window of a locked door
I see there is nothing for me there
In the hollow hallway's air

I turn around and survey the room
Blinding and white, filled with gloom
As void of life as the vacuous hall
I put my back to the corner and fall

With my body collapsing to the floor
I wonder if there's anything more
Than the sealed room I am in
I rise to check the window again

Still nothing in my line of sight
Nothing to ease my mind's plight
Restlessly weary is my every thought
As I begin to quietly plot

I must get out of here, I think
There must be something in the brink
With my eyes closed in wondering
My mind goes out blundering

There could be color somewhere
Something beautiful out there
Maybe beyond a door I can't see
Dear God, anything could be

Is there somebody else lying in wait?
Anyone could ease my ragged state
I hope there is someone I could love
To hold my heart high above

Maybe there's a forest beyond the hall
Perhaps a home that I could call
All my own, a place that is mine
Oh, now wouldn't that be fine?

For all I know, there's anything
With hope, my soul does sing
I open my eyes again and rise
Hoping to go and claim this prize

I go to the door and look outside
Nothing but the hall, so long and wide
That damned whiteness all around
Inside and out, nothing to be found

To the back wall I regress
I pray for some sort of success
As I throw my self against the door
I beg for there to be something more

Again and again my body crashes
The pain comes and goes in flashes
This door gives no sign of breaking
To my heart and body, terribly aching

Weeping, wracked with sorrow
I fall and pray for no tomorrow
This existence is the worst misery
Wretched brightness is all I can see

It reminds me of the emptiness
Inside this room, there is no bliss
There could be a world outside
I just want these walls open wide

But there's nothing, no escape
The hollow loneliness will rape
Every corner of my mind
I will die here, mute, alone, and blind

I close my eyes and lie in wait
Tossing and turning, I resituate
Hoping for a sleep that never comes
Praying that my body succumbs

But I cannot rest in this place
In the reality I can hardly face
This bright room that will consume
And drag me into it's gloom

There is no choice but to sit and wait
Living on with this wretched fate
Eternally hoping for an opened door
Beyond which may lie something more