No one was ever there.
In that old room below the frames
Of madness, enticing as it was
A curiosity instilling sensation
Perhaps mental consternation.

No one was ever there.
In that old room below the frames
Of a mind blowing dilemma
That twists and turns anxiety
Into a frightening novelty

No one was ever there.
In that old room below the frames
Of a child seeking company
The one entitlement to their name
Only to play in tormenting flames

No one was ever there.
In that old room below the frames
Neither presence nor concept
Neither essence
Perhaps...

Darkness.