Into A Room

[jurisprudent]

Open the door,
Walk inside,
The key turns into the lock -
Can you smell the darkness,
Can you feel the walls watching you,
Pressing you?
They said I can always turn the lights on,
And I am groping for the switch,
My hands crawl on the surface of the plaster,
I feel the coldness of the walls
And I find, in the end,
The is no switch,
There is no light.