Des

Going to college to become a Game Designer, which I will be done 2010 in July. Work at a movie theater as a projectionist. Work is usually fun and yes I get to see movies for free. Play around on the computer is a hobby that I am frequently trying to get away from. Use to play Bass guitar in the High School jazz enable. Use to live with one of my best buds out in the little town of Clio, but now i am living back with my parents to save some money. If you want more info or just have random questions send me a message. aim s/n dishomy
This is a poem/story I wrote one night when i was feeling down and almost out for the count.
The Room
Here I am as I walk down the hallway of life
Ever looking in all directions
I do not understand the will of the rooms that I forever pass by
It is in these rooms that I walk by that I hear stories of old
For it seems many people had trotted the hallway before
For many it was easy to choose by which door they should be consumed
As I walk thru enjoying the scenery I hear a sound of relief
I wonder from where it has come so I walk until I hear it again
Alas it has come from the room to my left and with much relief I stop to investigate
Then from behind someone walks up to me and asks if I know this room
I say nay to them as them and ask if they know the history of the room
And they reply it is the darkest of all rooms
For the sounds of relief you here from afar you shall never see them again
For the room is dark and you cannot see what happens to those who enter
I wonder then to how they know so much about this room
So I ask and pry out the details of the room
So it begins the story of the room as much to my surprise
I did not expect such openness from them
It is said that once you enter the room you can never come out
The room it consumes you fills you with hate and never lets you escape
And so your soul your mind and spirit begin to fall
Now there is only so much that a person can take
Then they feel weighed down by the horrors they feel and begin to search themselves
And oh so conveniently they find the knife that lies within the room
For once you have made it into the darkness you feel there is only one escape
So you grab the knife and caress it so
In a way that would sicken all but who holds the knife
You stare at the blade with eyes full of hope and an eager mind and soul
You do not think why and then it happens all of the sudden you know what the blade is for
You know its purpose in this room it must be the only escape
So they place it ever so gently onto their wrist and it glides
So easily it glides down the flesh and reveals the crimson of blood
So happy in rejoice they go to the next wrist and apply the blade with such care
To the other they repeat the same process and are now filled with joy
For an instant there is the relief and the joy of freedom is overwhelming
it is scary to say that in that instance they feel completely free
The freedom they feel from the warm crimson flowing all over is the beleif that they are free
Alas to their surprise they are not, but have succumbed to the will of the room
So now they lie not on the ground but floating in mid air
You stare forever at the ground unable to touch it so
And so it happens they begin to fall but the ground is so far
It is in the abyss they have gone and you will never reach the ground
They have chosen their path to have entered the room the room full of darkness
It was in that room that they felt there was freedom but alas there was nothing but hate
Even now as they fall forever in pain and never shall they be free
They will always see the end but never will it come
They wonder why oh why can't I die but they have forgotten it all
Then they remember that this is not life for they have chosen their end
They succumbed to the room and slit their own wrists for the freedom that they wanted
But in the end all it offered was the eternal fall into the abyss
This is what the stranger described to me as I stare in awe
I didn't understand where his information had come from so I further asked
So he said to me that he created the room the room full of hate
It was meant for those who wanted the easy rout out
I look again into the room of darkness and felt it beckoning me in
A warm breath of air swept across me in such a way I didn't understand
It called to me in want and told me that it safe
Then I recall the story of the stranger who told me of its will
The reason its dark I must think is that it is the abyss itself
I don't understand why it feels so safe
So I turn to the stranger to ask him why
And he was walking away from the room and laughing ever so
I wanted to follow to ask him why the room felt so warm and called to me in such a way
But I didn't I stayed there in that spot in thought
Should I enter the room that none shall leave or do I walk along the hallway alone
So I turned away and began my walk and decided I chose the right way
As I walk down the hallway the room forever stays calling to me in such a way
It always blows its warmth to me and beckons my rejoice
No matter how or how fast I can run the room never leaves
For since I know of it existence and it knows of me I shall never be free
I will always be called to from the darkness within to enter it bloody grips
To be tortured with hatred and weighed down to the end of eternity
It will never leaves from beside me and its warm call will never end
No matter what I do it will always be there by my side
As time has gone on I relied on this room for the inspiration to move on
For I have seen the stranger that walks the halls and he has told of its will
And that alone keeps me on my path
Someday I will be able to enter to walk without fear and prove him wrong
But doubt it seems will always stay so I decided to walk alone
For some reason now its calls to me are sweeter than ever before
The air is warmer and seems so calming but I know it's will
Forever in the abyss I shall not go to fall with no end
So alone I shall walk with my burdens on my side but forever with a goal
The goal I say is to never enter the room or fall victim to its traps
Someday it seems I will need help from others but I can wait until that day
To those that walk the hallways of life never venture near this room
If you hear the sigh of relief as you walk run by it and never ask
For if he comes the stranger of the halls and tells you of the room
It will never leave you and it will be in the night and will always follow you thru
To the left it will sit waiting in ready to accept its newcomers soon
The darkness is not a place to be but a place to be afraid
This room I say is the end of all things that make a person happy
So until the day I lose all hope and have nothing left within
I shall stand up defiant and walk strong and tall and never look inside.
-Desmond McDermitt