I turn my head, but do not see,
For mine own eyes hath run from me
Down darkened halls, fluorescents on
Switches flipped and light still gone.
Inside my mind, I almost feel
The stirred up dust beneath my heel,
And yet I cannot find a broom,
For now a darkness, near me, looms.
Mine eyes keep pace, one to the other
I, still running, by darkness smothered.
Who cut the wires? Where is the floor?
I want to see, yet see no more!
List! My assailants pick up speed
Forgoing service to my need.
Without my eyes I strongly sense
That presence, through this fog, so dense.
The looming presence to my rear,
With every stride, doth grow more near,
And in the stranger’s hands do lie
My once deceiving, traitorous eyes.
