Please Don't Cry, They Stopped Hours Ago

Placed behind door number 3, I lay (shaking) will he pick me? Don't be alarmed or misinterpret, for it's his anonymity that put me here I should decide whether it's the dopamine or someone hitting "refresh" on my spine al cord is aching as if the earth, like me's, been shaking, shaken up. Door number 3 has opened up and like that the world pounces on the knobs of one and two "if we can't have it all, then why have anything at all?" they chant, their song sending shivers up and down, around my spine al cord is aching as if the earth like me's been shaking, shaken up and out into the place we know will give the verdict: them finding that there's something in the water. But I can't seem to put my glass down maybe because soon I'll be inside, drowning in its confines, pounding on the glass like I were five. I can't remember what it was I felt, or saw, or heard, or touched after hearing the word "hello". Dancing figures, intimate, I know, but, there was more involved that made me believe that there were two of them and only one of me. It gets harder to see them as the water rises. As I criticize it, it's his eye, it...fills the glass, it's all that I could ask for he is drowning in the same room as me and it's the very thing that makes me believe that there are two of him and only one of me. Let me drown amidst my ignorance as if I were asleep