The dark room is a matchbox
And she's a perfect match
That's why it chose her
The bodies were replaced when no one saw
Pressing against the rusted grid
Spattered with blood, The wrong hand
And through it the man came
His boots like cannons
He tore that painting in two and chewed on its soul
Losing himself in the colours


My eyelids dropped like weights
Down, down, down a hundred fathoms
And blue rushed in through the cracks
This far down the birds begin to chirp
Time stops when you watch it, a shy thing it is
But the day flies by before it even starts
Sitting up in my bed I could hear the footsteps
Felt but not seen
I cried out for him
Huddled under the covers