The feeling of euphoria, would
Surprise even the damnedest of sceptic.
It held me tight, and allowed me

A glorious view of our world in lights.
I've always preferred the night for that
Very reason. Everything looks tidier.

The music becomes more intense now.
For once in my life, my two cynical minds
Join together, and I have a purpose.

I have to find the source of the music.
The why isn't apparent, but the drive is raw,
Whoever is singing is singing to me.

I leave this flesh filled room and take
A moment to observe the staircase.
It looks like a thing of pure fiction.

Glowing blue as if illuminated, yet
Like the rest of the house, dead to
The entire uncaring world that created it.

05/07/2010