Dungeon

Here I am at the door 

No ones there 

I'm scattered left remaining 

Tasseled hair 

Maybe it's meant to be 

Left alone 

Hand grasping air 

Butterfly bandaid 

Hiding yesterday 

No one looking back at her 

There's a time and a place 

But the clock never seems to be pointing 

In her direction 

What does it take 

To start over 

Do you see me 

Like holes 

In black sky's 

Feel me breathe in you tonight 

Here I am at the door

No ones there 

I'm scattered left remaining