behind my eyelids

the room went black.
i think i will lock it up. and throw away the key.
it is overrated.
i could press stop. eject.
it is the fear. the fear of the unknown.

my heart went cold.
i think i will boil the joy. and let it melt away.
it is just a game.
i could lose. not play.
it is the doubt. the doubt that chains someone.

the fire went out.
i think i will revel in snow. and mock the purity.
it is a hard freeze.
i could create icicles from tears.
it is the fall. the fall slitting my throat.

my voice went mute.
i think i will not sing again. and hide in the silence.
it is my choice.
i could dig my grave. sweet bed.
it is the dark. the dark behind my eyelids.