I walked through the darkness
To sing me my sadness
I had won me, I had won me
I had won me once more
I felt creeping horror
To be my maiden I could never scorn
I had won me, I had won me
I had won me once more
I know from your smile
To leave every letter un-spelled
I had won me, I had won me
I had won me once more
I will be leaving my roses here
To dry so delicate my heart
I had won me, I had won me
I had won me once more
In spite the growing dissent
Of fabricated lighting
Creeping in from out there, farther
Past the nightstand, painted in dad’s home project brown
Past the economy series paneled door
Past the last tenant’s floor mat hallway and
Beyond the door that almost shuts
With the backwards door bolt
In spite the chandelier
Atop the family portrait staircase
That’s powering the dollar store light bulbs
Blackness crawls in, dancing with the music
Suited to tame even the wildest of beasts
Dirty windows seem to obstruct my view
Into the far beyond; the void of reason
Poorly washed without the substance
Clearly showing wear in edges
Mold is flourishing where the going gets moist
Vines keep creeping where the wall gives way
A glow escapes where the sun flickers
And I sit blinded, mesmerized