The white room is bare.
And it is just you and me.
I can feel the old allure
but then -

I am Nobody,
tied to a mast
while I listen to your
silent singing.
The ropes are good and
tight.
They begin to cut into me
as I try to pry loose,
as you continue your innocent
song of I will always love you.
The saline trickles
down my face, turning
red as it goes
down my arms and chest.
I open my eyes
and see those who
have drowned
following your incantations.
I close my stinging eyes
and feel myself come back.

But it is only me,
in that bare and white room.