A small lone room,No windows, one door,The room is all white,With one chair on the floor.No one comes in,No one goes out,
Not a solitary visitor,To help fight this man's bout.The man sits there lifeless,Throughout the day,Never talks, hardly moves,The man much dismayed.
The man shall remain here,For the rest of his life,All sullen, all sad,Piercing him like a knife.But all this pain,It's not really real,
It's Virtual Insanity,So just let the wounds heal.-Sceo[NITRO]