When i look at the trees from my back window door,

i watch as the green leaves burst from purple to orange,

screaming in a subtle silence that i can't possible ignore,

creeping and staring at me with devils eyes galore,

wider and wider they grow, haunting my ever soul,

with my back window door mechanically born,

laughing and crawling to me from the outside ground to my living room floor,

that ****** back window door will silence me no more!

in my lonely cage of rage, that horrible back window door,

will be put to the fires,

by my dark love of sinful desire.