this place is okay, but

Yesterday they took me to the 3rd.

Tonight they took me to the 4th.

Sometimes these stairs
would never end,
they never let me go.
This place is strange, I know.

By how the walls are whispering,
plotting in our sleep, pulsing
like flesh.

By how the ants are marching,
drowning in our kettles, screaming
for salvation.

By how the trees are laughing,
cursing in our corridors, crying
into the towering bonfire
burning, breathing,
dancing

on the 999th floor
watching the fate of all
beginning and ends
all ways to turn back.

Sometimes these stairs
would never end.
Sometimes you need to
help
me.