In the room of coldness,I stood upon dozens of  icicles.

In the room of pencils,Every time I spoke my words appeared.

In the room of nothingness,I stood there wondering.

In the room of terror,A long tall man stood still.

In the room of questions,There was no answers.

In the room of screams,My ears rang.

In the room of the unknown,I walked nervously.

In the room of lies,It was all fake.

In the room of stars,They twinkled in my eyes.