2011 - Day 192

A room with four walls,
No door to escape,
The walls all stark white,
A perfect cube shape.
You sit in the middle,
You try to remember,
When did you get here?
Was it June or December?
Memories blurry
Forget who you are,
You concede your demise
Your heart-fire charred.
They locked you away,
Forever and more,
The reason unknown,
No hope to implore.
Slowly start melting
Right into the ground,
No fire or pain,
In this room there's no sound.
Your body wax melting,
Nothing to be done,
Existence not cube shaped
So you start having fun.
You wiggle your fingers,
They melt off your hand,
Breathe stale air deeply
Lungs flow like quicksand.
Lie down on your back
Now one with the floor,
Evaporate quickly,
Leave only your core.
A bubbling mess
Is all that is left,
Till you open your eyes,
And to your surprise-
Clock reads six forty five,
A new day - time to rise.