The Missing Room
Viewing these blueprints of my home like Rosetta Stone, but what I notice on this paper feels kind of wrong.
A missing room is in my home and I never knew it; sitting by the garden just feeling so clueless.
I enter my home looking for this room, when all of the sudden I hear a loud boom!
I fall in this hole which leads me to this mysterious place; looking around with a suprise look on my face.
Spider webs and dust cover these ancient things; the only sound I hear in this room is a distant ring.
I see a mirror, but I don't see me.
All I hear is a voice telling me to set it free.
I try to find an exit from this enigma, but there is no hope; I feel as if my life is hanging on a broken rope.
The voice gets louder and that music note turns sour; I've been stuck in this room about an hour.
As it come towards me, all I do is scream; the voice tells me to wake up from my dreams.
I open my eyes and I'm back at the garden where I started; I look at the paper and the room has departed.
Ladarius Brown