The sun is blinding upstairs yet the air is cold and harsh.
A light switch is flicked on in the basement where we were lying.
We had just finished inject ourselves a little cloer to dying.
Revealing cracked walls and spiders that had gone unnoticed.
Turn off the light.
It’s far too brigt!
The things I see, the spider webs, cracks and paint peeling.
This must stop for I despise this feeling.
I wish to remain ignorant.
Allow me my bliss, let me remain dumb.
Give me just this so I can always stay happy and numb.
Leave me in the dark.
Don’t say a word.
It’s better left unheard.