The October Music: Second Verse - Day 22

​One Night in Bangkok
Go to where the streets are bright
Find the blue shop and take a right
Walk under the hanging sign
Hope that nothing there is malign
Ignore the people calling out
They only wish to inspire doubt
Take your time and see the sights
Make this an unforgettable night
Stroll through crowded, stuffy streets
Selling trinkets, soup, and meats
Pay attention to who passes by
But do not mention their third eyes
Or tentacles in long, dark coats
Or teeth and mouths lining their throats
Do not focus on their skin
Green and spiked, clear and thin
Just play dumb to dragging tails
Littered with sharp studs and scales
As you go on your excursion
Pay no mind to your second version
That follows you from steps behind
Put the thoughts of it from your mind
It will only serve to distract
Delay you when it’s time to act
It won’t touch you on its own
Only when you’re left alone
The whispers digging in your ear
Look to fill your heart with fear
Block them out with gentle hums
Or at worst just use your thumbs
But keep on walking, slowly, sure
Past the stables with manure
From creatures tall and wide and thin
With muscles bursting from within
And twitching, writhing as they work
To make the creatures move and jerk
Uncannily, as a puppet sings
When a master dances its strings
At some point, you will find a fork
In the road, now cloudy and dark
To the left, bright lights and sound
To the right, nothing is around
You will feel compelled to take
The road where nothing seems at stake
Don’t be fooled by light and life
Down the left is only strife
And terror deep, infused in pain
Despite the urge pouring like rain
Take the right road, the only choice
Do not fret when you lose your voice
This road is meant for quiet peace
A place to make apprehension cease
For minutes seemingly never-ending
Despite the signals you’ll be sending
Demanding sound and not to mention
Begging for someone’s attention
But please do not fear being alone
There are worse things down this road
Continue moving and do not stop
You’ll reach a hill and go to the top
And when you get there, take a breath
For now, you have avoided death
Up here the air is cool and clean
Behind you floats dark swirling green
You breathed it in, but made it past
The dark and twisting sick morass
Ahead of you now is the place
You’ve looked for now what seems like days
It’s small and cozy, brown and cramped
And in the air the smell of damp
But forward go and ring the bell
And pay no mind to the decaying smell
Someone will come and meet you there
Appraising you with a dull stare
They’ll ask what brought you here, uncaring
How you answer them with glaring
Eyes and will welcome you within
Therein you’ll find oblivion