The Cutout Door and the Girl

As I come out of my fog I look around the room in a daze
At first it's just lights of three or more colors blending into one ugly shade of brown
How did I get here
what did I do last night
where am I now

the last thing I remember is dancing
I danced so much I realized I was flexible in was I never was before
what did I do after that

I met a man that said I was beautiful
I laughed at the blunt statement but I gave in
when was the last time  man looked at me the way he did and tell me anything sincere
at least that's how it sounded at the time

I have no memories after that
now i'm here
naked and confused
what did he do to me
can I get out

I am not cuffed or tied down
I stumble to my feet and stagger to the cut out of a door
shit
it's locked
now there is no way out
what do I do now

there are no windows
just a fan whirling on low above my head
its whispering "you're next, you're done"
I hear it over and over again
I can't make it stop
I truly wish I had stayed home last night
what happened to Mary

I went back to lay on the bed and crawled in a ball
I drifted off as I cried myself back to sleep