Dark Rooms

It took,

dancing in a dark room...


To

realise how caged I've been.

How

closed I've been.


It took,

dancing in a dark room...


To

open my eyes and see.

To

realise what I've been failing to see.


It took,

dancing in a dark room...


To

see the shackles around my hands.

To

feel the chains above my feet.


It took,

me,

weeks,

maybe months.


To understand

that

I

peaked,

or

felt like I

was

peaking.


Had

everything in sight

and it blew away.


Had

it all in my hands

and it slipped away.


The

pain of watching

it wash away.


I

never really saw it

that way.


I

didn't want to

because then why would I try again?


Just

to

watch that shit again?


Just

to

feel that sore again?


And now things are starting to feel way too

familiar.

Like

I've been here before,

Déjà vu gone wrong.


And now things are starting to feel way too

similar.

Because

I've been here before,

where it felt like everything went wrong.


I

capsized a boat

on

still

waters.


And

I thought I knew 

how

to

swim.


I

set sail

on

different

waters.


Still

still but

I

feel like it's

tipping.


I

caged myself,

I buried myself,

still with a pulse?

What on Earth would I do that for?


Play

everything

safe?


I'm

playing everything

safe...


So

why do I feel

like it's

tipping?


It took,

dancing in a dark room...


To

feel like I need to break free...


To drown or to swim...

whatever it is...


I think I'm ready.


-Fez




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