Just one more lucky chance
Just one more sat out dance

Sitting on a bar stool
At the end of the hall
Spiderwebs and dust
All doors locked
Bare bulbs
Cast a harsh light
Alone in the preternatural
Waiting

Just one more breath
Just one more silent death

Stairs are dark
No one comes
Dust grows thick
My footsteps erased
Nothing living
Makes itself known

Just one more duty
Just one more missed opportunity

Bulbs burn out
One by one
Sitting now
In the dark
Air is heavy and still
Slowly
Self mummifying

Just one more blink
Just one last time on the brink

Nothing moves
Not even breath
Ossified
No use to leave
Nowhere to go
So I just sit
On a bar stool
At the end of a hall