In the penthouse of screams A soul could not hear The sound of his thinking- A shrieking of fear In the office of chaos You lose your own eyes In searching and lurching A blinding demise In the bathhouse of filth Your blood fills with dirt Invasion of body A skin-pealing hurt In the closet of watching All eyes turn to you When naked and helpless They laugh at you nude In the bedroom of envy You shrink 'til you grow Contortions of spine How far will you go In the chair of refusal You can't move an inch A mutiny of muscles You can't even flinch In the lounge of regret You sleep with your dog Notions of sentience A sorrowful fog In the attic of drowning You can't keep your lungs To pay for your breathing You don't have the funds