I Write

In a black room
Pillars of ivory white
Line the misty tomb
Beyond the realm of day and night.

A blue door glows in this mist
Perhaps I prefer this darkness
As through the blue,
I'm unsure what exists.

It's luminescent azure glow
Soothing, but not summoning;
Like freshly fallen snow.
I can hear a faint humming,

A vibratory tone
Of slightly high pitch.
It feels somewhat like my home
It makes my brain itch.

The centre of my mind
Slowly melts in pleasure;
Do I dare venture toward the blue
Or stay in the dark forever?