Unfold me from under blankets,
I feel safe there,
Where my eyes see nothing but the reflection of the light from the window,
And I'll you when I'm feeling less frightened,
I'll tell you what's bold and what's italicized.
Around my bed are the words of encouragement and possibly death,
I can hardly hear them from under the covers.

The only profound thing I see is the reflection of my glass eyes,
Glossing over with fog that seems to be bold.
Spider web crack in the corners that appear to be italics,
So much water streaming downwards to blind me,
Intense words call my name through song and strong people,
Keep the covers over my head, don't let the crimes inside cause I'm ashamed.