Step into this room of white
4 walls higher than you can imagine
Step into my canvas or what it seems to be
But hidden behind outrageous walls
Is a Pandora's box that you shall never see
For those who do are subjected to fear
For those who do are subjects of fear

Curiosity to step deeper to this labyrinth
How far you truly are from my domain
I am an artist. I paint black canvases.
Pure, innocent black canvases.
This is a different game we play,
two pieces on a vast dark board.
Thoughts advance. Feelings cornered.
Checkmate. You are discarded.

Free falling down this pitch black pinhole
Final station. Boundless fate.
I scream in this vacuum of my own creation
Not in pain, but in joy
For down here, they look at all 4 directions,
But see nothing on these freshly painted walls.
For they never look down at the ground
Where their feet are stained with black ink
As my brush paints on it's canvas,
an unimpeachable sanguine abyss.