The random rooms 

I stood in the room of bell’s, 

As they chimed a silent song in my ear. 

I stood in the room of darkness, 

As I fumbled around not knowing which way I was going or how to get out. 

I stood in the room of nothing, 

Thinking, doing and looking at nothing 

I stood in the room of tornados, 

Swirling and whirling all around me sweeping me off my feet. 

As I stood in the room of dirt, 

I felt the fresh brown dirt in between my toes. 

As I stood in the room of dots, 

More dot’s appearing as more left. 

As I stood in the room of knives, 

Slicing and dicing all around me nearly taking my head off. 

As I stood in the room of fire, 

Smoke filled my lungs as I tried to breath through the thick smoke. 

As I stood in the room of zombies, 

As thousands of zombies lunged and pulled at me, I turned from human to a zombie.