In the world’s flat

I’m looking for the fifth corner
In a room fool of empty chairs
I hear the swearing of a squeaky doorbell
I’ve lost the door itself. So many stairs
Around me keep turning left and right
To take me out or to lure me into darkness
Or maybe it’s the lightbulb of my empty flat
She’s hanging down desperately in a choking cuddle

I step aside from now on
Let the walls come closer to my toes
And let them brake into my little inner world
The flat is left
The stairs are still
The person’s knocking gave up into madness