Waiting, watching, pasty stare
White light shows every crumb
The room so clean its unclear
If it\'s a room or an abyss at all
Sitting still, under observation
A single move and they\'ll know
Silent, soundless, to drive mad
Begging, pleading, in your head
Wishing, wanting, to be dead
Corners and edges aren\'t there
What happened to the room?
I ask if it was a room at all,
And he only stares back blank.