Walking down the stairs,
I find myself standing amidst a cold hall,
As if the light has been drained from every atom,
Leaving nothing but something purely vile.

Darkness weaving through every breath I take,
Promising me sweet lulls.
Walking on pure instinct,
I look at a carpet with faces
Millions of faces staring into my worst places.

Frantic, I look around,
See no one except a reflection of my own.
The hairs on my arms stand,
Perhaps giving respect to something so grim.

Far away, a vase breaks,
Shattering the silence with a blazing roar.
My heart stops for a moment too long,
Shrinking down to the hole I mould.

Pieces scatter on the ground,
Yet I stand frozen on the spot.
Ringing, screams, shrieks
All echo at once,
Sounding like I am insane.
Maybe I am… who knows?

My inner fear rises like a peer,
Embracing me in a hug so firm
I find it hard to breathe,
Choking me into false daylight,
Into a room of my worst nights.

Memories locked away so tight and safe
Break free with a wave so intense.
I plead and plead and plead,
But no one’s free.

Tears fall down,
Desperate to escape.
I think they want to get away too
Join the crowd who never chose me.
At least I made them true.

Death faces me head-on;
I know it’s coming,
Lulling me, promising things too sweet.
Falling into an abyss.

They say I’m dramatic, and maybe I am,
Yet they don’t have shadows feeding into their souls,
Tugging them into corners so alone.

I play right into their lies,
Tangled in a net of lullabies.
Closing my eyes, I see peace
But I know it’s only waiting to vanish.