Uncared.. ( although not really )

I lie here
in this dungeon of mine
With the world outside
uncaring

the view of outside
the colors, and the happiness
the beauty, of that innocence,
of that smile, uncaring

these memories painted...
painted on my mind's canvas -
the world, the outside, and me
wandering the rain.. uncaring

And here, this closed room
these empty walls
withering flakes of paint
staring down at me.. as they fall
uncaring.