It's 11.47pm now
I woke up in this white room
filled with the scent of gloom
I feel empty
I remember nothing about my past nor present
I was told that I am having amnesia
the only thing I can remember now is the feeling of my Coulrophobia
Should I stay?
Should I pray?
but to whom?
I want this to be my last breath
in this room, nothing is left
but then I begin to question myself
What is the meaning of my death, if my life is made up of nothing?