Lights out

It's time to turn out the lights and shut everything down and yet I can still hear you breathing. You're hiding under the desk, the one I always look under in case there's a monster, but today, I'll just walk right by. I'll let you live inside this empty building like a crab returning to it's shell and you'll thank me. But in the end, you'll wish you'd left because now you're stuck and it'll take a hell of a lot more than a light switch to entice you out.