13th Floor Elevators.

13th Floor Elevators.

Darkness fills each hall with shadows lingering,
windows crack at night with the wind whistling.
Quick and rapid foot steps, move across the floor,
how on earth you'd hear them through the elevator door,
No answer to our problems as fights build and build..
No questions to responses as pain continues to be filled.

Sudden bursts of pain with a hint of intellectual jealousy
seeps within our conversations of which consist of me.
His overbearing work-aholic non-sense, is just a load of lies,
just as the tears that fall so gently from his evil eyes.
But, there's no such thing as evil seeping through the door,
as quick and rapid foot steps move across the floor.

Tremendous amounts of self inflicted pain stain where I have slept,
weeping with my misery, in the haunting memories that I have kept.
Charity work is worsening, for no helpful words work for me,
as this wondrous mind is searching for labels eyes can't see,
The ones that hide deep within each crack paved on each floor,
as we move up and down on the thirteenth floor elevators.