She never played the part
Of the happy girl
There's no depth in that
She'd explain
Living by the moon
And what is felt
Not seen
And most importantly
The mood
And no one
Understands
How could anyone
Understand
Her
The creature from the blackened room
I found the creature's smile
In my box this year
Many human friends
She explains
Living by the sun
And what is seen
Not felt
And not to fall into
That mood
And someone
Understands
Now someone
Understands
But in some room
Darkened by a cloud
Of it's own design
A creature sits in depth
Understanding every word
She ever said
But a thousand words too late
And a million miles away
And no one
Understands
How could anyone
Understand
The creature from the blackened room
We are
Creatures from blackened rooms
