In a cloudy room without a bed

Without legroom; without a place to rest my head

The dresser is a nightstand, a chair, whatever it can withstand

The floorboards are starting to cave in

Why am I here?

Out of desperation

I need to feel eternal damnation

This is not a home, just a room

There are no neighbors, just the smell of fumes

No need to clean, the witch stole my broom

The air is cold because darkness will be here soon

That is when IT resumes

IT will beg me to let it stretch its legs

I will stay until IT is on its last beg

IT will say, “Can I come out and play?!”

I’ll reply with, “No, every time you do I’M the one that has to pay!”

This will go on until I am blue in the face

IT will carefully watch all my mistakes

IT will watch me drift off to sleep

While IT creeps out happily