Across the street is a factory
Where no sunlight ever falls
No lights they need to work
There’s darkness throughout
Inside the factory I am told
Nobody has dared to step
Those who did never returned
The secret’s kept intact
Despite the clear red flags I
See people every day
Try to figure out the mystery
That lies behind its door
Nights I spend wondering
What could possibly be inside
Days I spend controlling
The urge to knock at the door
Yet today I could hold it no more
The mystery has got to my head
My heart, my brain, my legs
All led me to that doorstep
I flashed my torch around
The place was filled with bottles
There must be thousands of them
Or maybe millions; I am not sure
On a long conveyor belt
The labelled bottles stood open
Sluggardly tiny black drops
Pour forth from a machine above
What were these drops made of?
The liquid was as dark as coal
It had a sickening putrid smell
I chose not to taste it
I felt a hand upon my shoulder
I’ve been expecting you — she said
She led me by the hand
To a far end of the factory
Here all the bottles were filled and closed
She pointed to one of them
And asked me to read the label
I did; it had my name on it
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