The rounded room was dark
Accompanied by a man alone and scared
He searched for an exit
But the room would allow it
He turned every angle
Attempting to dismantle
He lost his focus
As sweat rivered down his bearded cheeks
Cracks and creaks trembled in the room
The high notes of a grand pianos keys
In the shadows of his own darkness
He searched for ways to avoid its realism
But failed to disregard it
Until a figure walked from the shaded confinement
A demon stood before him
Illuminated by the flickering infra-red light
She stood wearing her naked curves
Palms open encouraging his temptation
She was relentless
As he stood restless