An empty room, and a bed

A thought fills my head “where do i go from here?”
Ill sit on the edge, a razor, my bed, and play everything by ear.
a room with no laws, a life with no gods, an animal kept in his cage. Fangs from his jaw, claws from his paws, how much more will you take?
Left to roam all alone, theres no one i can depend. A few broken bones, my instincts have honed, i learn i don't need any “friends”.
Means to an end. An end to a means
Almost dead, i go where i please. Until i spy the flash of light...and say cheese.