The Cellar
The creaky old stairs disappear
Enveloped by the darkness down below
There lies an evil toxic place
He said you never ever want to go
He said he's pulled by a neurotic compulsion
That whispers incessantly in his mind
He fervently tries to fight it
Next thing he knows, he’s deep inside
He said there's solace in the quiet
All of the anxious voices go away
It's not euphoria
It's a reprieve - it helps him make it another day
It's in those sacred moments
In the calmness, the irony inside the eye of the storm
He’s found the golden key
He craves the cellar more and more
All of his troubled heartaches
All of his excruciating neurological pain
The lives he's ruined
In the cellar, they go away
But as the light emerges
From the creaky staircase rising above
He goes back to into a world
Where he's hurt the ones he loves
In the darkness of the cellar
He loses the thoughts that damage his soul
Its where he find his only peace
Tragically, It's the only time that he feels whole
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