Dichotomy of thoughts
Open wide the monsters crawl
Like spiders down your spine
With eight legs
Scratching
Raking
Taking
With devil eyes
And empty knives
Take fire to my brain
When prayers turn to soot around my brain
Nothing but some flames
Playing some horrible game 3
From screams refrain
When you know that hell burns on your tip of your tongue
Red to boil blood
Yellow smiles
Orange flyers
Come crashing out your eyes
Because sometimes
Knuckles were made by bruises
Yelling came from air that was once also inside your lungs
Dichotomy of thoughts
Empty eyes
Plastic hands
Sinful smiles
Play the game
Dress me up
Make a name
Dress me down
But don’t shout
Crawling in your thoughts
I’m sure
Are these
Open
Wide
The
Monsters
Crawl
When you think you closed the last door
To the hall.