I don’t like it at all
How dark it gets so
Soon - it’s creepy
Enough to spy into
A life that was once
Mine - I’ll go mad
In no time if I don’t
Stop - I’ve broken
My rule now twice
Only once in a day
I swore to myself
A glimpse of happiness
And her other companions
And perhaps a glimpse
Of more - or less or what
Will set me free or keep me
