Rules For Her Second Induction

[faithful_chasm]

I told him today
that the inside is not
a place for strangers.

When I am there
it is a kind of hell,
but familiar enough to be home
far from heaven.

Even if I reveal all my secrets,
even if I have no expectations,
was I happy
when I was left alone?

The colors explain a lot
about how saturated my mood seemed.
I drank them in for purification;
for an answer.
I'll swallow to you.
I'll express it all:
alone.

Will this bring me closer to God,
or will this walk me closer to insanity?

If I follow the music until it stops,
If I let it play,
If I never question who is behind
the big red curtain,
will I still feel?