Knock Knock, Come In.

It's all fun and games until somebody gets left alone in the dark.

The edge of her numb breathe is tainted with a question mark.
Were the answers too difficult to find,
Or was she too terrified
That she would have to redefine reality?

What if she didn't even understand the question,
What if she had never articulated the words to ask?
Attempting to avoid knowing she was wrong all along.

Or, what if she had?

Maybe they tumbled like bricks inside her head
Knocking into one another while she tried to make sense
Of the difference
Between what she thought she knew, what she had been told,
and what she wanted so badly to be true.

The light reflecting off her irises is tainted with a spark.
It's all fun and games until somebody gets left alone in the dark,
Then the light can have His way, and the playing really starts.