Darkness, fading, swaying, becoming, lower, and lower, we venture. |
Down, Down, Down By: Doug Gealy The lights are dull They dimly twinkle scattered bronze sight Swaying side to side from a wind that doesn’t exist Left to right illumination Your visit will be brief For you appear without explanation Standing in the middle of the stoned spiral stairs You continue unexplainably down Down Down Down You wonder in amusement What could my fear behold? Am I boldly, brave or naively dull Heart racing in the middle of a mental marathon Maybe you should leave So much for being brief You continue unexplainably down Down Down Down The stoned steps continue Every step a lesser wind that doesn’t exist A duller dim A slower sway String swings with the head of a bulb Side to side From the assumption of a ceiling Every step adds more darkness Shadows are jumping at the bit For a glance of what use be you Continuing down Down Down Down You have joined the darkest shadows In the pitch black bottom cellar that doesn’t exist You cease to care for anything other than night Light like your self no longer exists Your bulb is smashed Your soul persists Down Down Down Waking with the moonless night You Haunt |