The Great Escape.

There's a laugh behind the doors,
Walking smoothly like the flowers,
Still in that vase changed like a whore,
I turn around as that sound cowers.

Turn the lock, turn the key,
Open to see that window core,
Behind me filled with misery,
Looks like going out is a chore.

What happened to the sun,
It was sunny just a moment gone,
Gone without the glory and fun,
Tonight is going to be far too long.