*:^:* Chair *:^:*

:::Note to readers: I am still working on this poem so if it's a little sketchy it's because it's a rough draft. It might be updated:::


Chair in the far corner.
Molded into the dark
floor. Beckoning for
you to sit.

Enjoy the peace and
breathe in slowly when
you are sitted.

The calm will pass in
a moment as you look
around and realize that
you and the chair are
alone.

Why did you ever want
to sit in the first place?
To rest? Or to experience
the corner and the floor?

Look down. Scared?
You're 20 feet from the
floor.

Look around. Afraid?
You're surrounded
by screaming walls.

All alone. You poor
soul. You opted to
sit in a chair that was
deeper than any hole.

You fell in. The chair
is bleeding. No wait
that's you.

Your arms tied down
The only form of
escape comes from
the demented mind
who created The Chair.

You beckon to the
chair. As it answers
your call you realize
that you and the chair
are truly alone.

For the only way you
could ever believe that
the chair is actually listening
is if you knew that no one
else is.

>*< SpArKLeFaiRy >*<