Have a seat, my Love
Why are you shaking?
Why are you crying?
There’s nothing to fear.
It’s dark here, my Dear
It’s quiet and still.
Like a corpse in a coffin,
And it’s making me ill.
Are you comfortable, my Love?
I can’t say I am,
But I can’t leave,
Not until you open that door.
I’d open the door, my Dear,
But I don’t have the key.
It’s beyond our grasps,
So why don’t you stay here with me?
RSR Writing 