I don't like that room
It makes me stop thinking
There is something ...
Waiting in the dark

The walls are empty
My dreams fill in the space
But now grotesque faces are looking down
Starring at me

I want to drift away
Into the sunset
But there is no night
And no day eighter

It's not easy
Being made out of stone
I feel heavy ...

How do you move a mountain?
In an empty place?