Whispers of the night
the walls listens
secret flies without wings
calm, noise, quiet, the behaviour of
the house on Elm street
the sarcasm of the roofs

Hurry! Hurry!
the leafs cry out
burning in dismay
the howling wolves
all this a beautiful nightmare
the unknown self.. ready for fame
the devils incarnation
darkness...
they all go in like "toy soldiers"
                                                          - For Doc