An empty room,
An empty bed,
An empty picture.
The colour red.

Four empty walls,
An unclosed door,
A pure white ceiling,
A blood stained floor.

I sat myself down,
And laid my head,
I filled up that gap.
And silently I read: 

"What makes this room gloomy and sad and stale,
Is not the colour of its walls,
Or whether this room has open doors.
It's more the fact you're the only one here,
Reading,
Silently, 
Out of fear."