Alone I Sit.

I sit alone in a locked darkened room.
My fragile mind full of doom and gloom.
My body aches and my mind sick.
My bodily wounds my dry tongue can not lick.
My weak voice does tearfully whimper.
My heart on fire and full of temper.
All around me dark and quiet.
My dark mind on a depressing diet.
Back and forth on a chair i rock.
From reality my presence i block.
Time and day i do not know.
Through my veins sad blood does slowly flow.
How long can i survive.
Into hell my soul does quickly dive.
All alone in a darkened room.
Soon it will become my deathly tomb.