I’ve stood within this room for as long as I have known
This box is my earth, my world, my reality alone
I will be, forever be, content to man this throne
Throne of chilling, uneven, and unfriendly stone
Although to me it was the greatest friend to know
Just me and the chamber, ah, my chamber. My own.
But yesterday I heard this, knocking
Ignoring it, I end up chalking
Possibilities up to my half-woken mind
After all, I’m the only of my kind
Maybe I couldn’t comprehend that I was blind
Bear in mind, I’d spend eons here
The texture of the surface clear
Or clearer than my hand of which I used to feel it.
Today my world ends, it seems it never did at all
See, today a penetration greeted me this morning on the wall
An aperture that so shamefully appeared upon the wall
Reject, Reject! I mustn’t look through, I must ignore its call!
The pinhole rings
No, It stings, it stings!
It pulls me to its thrall.
Now as I look into the vent, this passage into the void, I realize
I was the one in nothingness; a tear runs from my eye.