Dream Theater "The Room"A Poem by Brandon DunbarEyes start to close Thoughts start to fade This starts the process Of how dream theater is made Open my eyes With fog all around Can't see in front of me Nor can I see the ground Whats going on? Am I still in my room? Where did this fog come from? What caused all of this gloom? I take a step at a time Trying to make my way to the door Hoping not to hit anything And find myself on the floor I finally get to the door Grab the knob and turn Door doesn't budge My hand starts to burn I start to get frantic As I start to kick All this in vain As the door feels like brick Scared now I start to scream Somebody help me What is going on here How can this be I start to make my way To the window on the other wall After my third step I hit something and fall As I fall down My head hits the frame of the bed I close my eyes to fog And open them to red Everything blood red Now I really start to freak This can't be real My heart racing at its peak I close my eyes in fear Start a countdown from ten Open my eyes at one Welcome to the end
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Added on September 11, 2009 Last Updated on July 25, 2025 AuthorBrandon DunbarPhoenix, AZAboutWell to start off, I just started writing a little while back. I just decided to write one day out of pure boredom. Well I ended up writing 2 poems that day, and I got a very good response from them. .. more.. |

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