I've turned from it
laid my hands over my eyes and bit
down on the fears that told me
change was a mere dream shimmering in a pond
that one could grow fond of
if only for a moment
and then the winds of reality would carry it away
sweep like a broom across my heart
urging my feelings to depart
allowing my body to sway
this way and that
forced to lay imprisoned in a trap become a hallow shell
embracing the peace while surrounded in hell
Ring the bell
let my session be over
chase the skeletons out my closet
so I can hide from the monsters
sponsoring this torture chamber
While I'm screaming game over
