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?
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?