A black room, no stimuli

"Build me a room,
Make the walls black,
Block the windows out,
tare down the curtains.

Build me a room,
i dont want no tv or radio,
forget the games and the magazines.

Build me a room,
lock the door and drop the key off the highest mountain.
Take the phone off the hook,
cut the power and leave me without any light.

Build me a room,
leave me no stimulis,
leave me no memories
leave me nothing to remind of you, of your touch, of your kiss.

Deep in my mind,
i see a glint of sun on a window,
i feel something soft again my fingers,
i hear a song of love and missery,
i speak of my pain.

Build me a room of black,
i dont want anything to remind me of you,
your touch, yout kiss and your voice.

Build me a room,
Make the walls black,
Block the windows out,
tare down the curtains.

Everything in this world has your name,
has your face,
has your voice and your touch.

A room of dark, a room of missery and nothing.
A place to die, alone and without stimulus.
A floor to lay, cold to the touch, but no bed to wish you were next
to."