Nothing At All
I'd like to walk out the door, no its monday.
I'd love to call it quits, no maybe someday.
I'm too dizzy to speak so don't ask.
My hearts too fragile; not up to the task.
The clouds change rapidly from hue to hue.
My blood spills freely, paying my due.
One candle, two candles, maybe three?
One or two more, so I can be free.
My prison, your prison no bars to be found.
No chains, no metal, but equally bound.
That look, a look, all it took, was a glance,
And foolishly I asked to share the dance.
It starts just as slow as the other ones do.
The steps, the pace, all awkward and new.
Where we're going, I want to turn back.
Fear builds up, when its courage I lack.
Plundering in darkness, we're going to fall.
Another wrong turn, another wrong hall.
Trying the doors, one must be open.
Finding one, yes, but its broken
Still in the darkness, remember the candles?
Lighting the hall and broken door handles.
Praying for someone to hear our call.
Everything, something or nothing at all.