I AM THE ROOM

The Notion of a single room containing a demonic presence in it.

I AM THE ROOM.

When shadows stretch and silence sings,
I dance with fear on shattered wings.
The light retreats, a dying bloom—
But I don’t flinch. I am the room.

No trembling hand, no hurried breath,
I wear the mask, I summon death.
They flee from echoes, howl and fume—
I do not run. I am the gloom.

The walls can whisper, scream, and lie,
Yet none can see the watcher’s eye.
I forged my soul in flame and tomb—
Now I remain. I am the doom.

The only time I’m not afraid
Is when the monster has been made.
No cries can shake, no threats resume—
For I am fear. I am the room