The Room

Within this room I sat and waited. Waited for nothing at all. Waited for my weary mind to plunge into madness as I stayed and just waited.

Inside the room hung a tenuous mist, which produced an aged, murky smell. Paired with the soft stench of damp walls, and sheets of dust, the scent of this room grew so familiar to me.

The walls were coated with a peculiar wallpaper; one which peeled and twisted, exposing yellowed plasterboard screens. The pattern on the the wallpaper was obsolete. It was one that you were unlikely to see in any modern houses. I quite liked that about this room. It was unusual. As was I.

Creeping brown floorboards rested by my feet, and I allowed my body to sink down and rest upon them. Their splintered wooden skins were stained by a myriad of different colours. I believe that one resembled the colour of blood- but I could not be quite sure.

Upon the looming ceiling were odd patterns and motifs. They fed my soul with entertainment, as I allowed my sullen eyes to gaze up at them for hours; following the swirling, wreathing lines.

This room felt empty. Always so empty. Yet, still so very crowded. I felt utterly alone, but all the while an enveloping noise reverberated within my ears. It felt, at times, as though I was surrounded by hundreds and thousands of them; those faceless people. Unnamed by God, unnamed by I.

How ominous this place was. With its sinking ceiling. After being in this nauseous room so long I soon became conscious of the ceiling lurking above me, and it was not long before I felt it falling. I heard it, too. Grating, jarring, falling quick, to crush my tainted skull.

It was almost always silent in the room, if not for a vague and undefined ringing. One which seemed to echo faintly throughout the place, carried by an artificial breeze.

A malodour of rotting wood soon enshrouded my senses; offering me brief distraction from the ever sinking ceiling.

Despite the feeble size of the room, distractions were all too common. It was not long before I felt the walls close in, as well as the blackened ceiling. I was so trapped within it all that my soul began to bleed and slip away. It writhed through the gap beneath the door; endeavouring to reach the outside world, which I had not witnessed for so many years.

Oh, take me out of this room! It grows too much for me! I fear I shall not write about these sickening days for much longer. I feel them fading away from me. As I fester in here; along with the gnarled wallpaper and decaying floorboards.

How many years must it have been since I first arrived? Where such lucid walls first greeted me; bid me fair entry to a room of preserved secrets and ugly death. Oh how many years?

For how many more must I remain in this perverted place. It corrodes my very soul away and leaves me so cold and deserted. I am so forever cold within this dying room.