Darkness rummaged through darkness

Inside and out.

A star

Of fairytale myths,

Disguised the answer

With the cloak of

Peek-a-boo.

Together, I entered into

A room

That was never there.

Trying to fit my square peg

Into a ring.

My hand held vacuum,

My heart held a prayer,

Of strength, I don’t know of

Of salvation, I will never see.

Vacant promises of loneliness made

In the sanctuary of holy smoke.

And,

I abide by

These rules of

Pillaging again.