Empty, matter-less rooms making loud noises
Ringing in the ears with a familiar buzz

Blindfolded, some figures haunt me
And some paralyzed thoughts, start to run

Some forgotten, shut doors open up new homes
Every time I make way through a dead end

Madness shows more sanity
Like cold nights beckoning warm embraces

Some shake ups make me stable
Some attached strings set me free

When drying rains & drenching sunlight
Remind me what irony truly is

-Moumita :)