A glass house dances about inside your head.
The delicate structure is struggling to hold the demons in.
Your thoughts start piercing the walls with axes.
The cracks start to grow

The walls start to crumble brick by brick by glass brick.
They demons want out like a drug user wants heroine.
They finally break free.
Not to finish demolishing the house that imprisoned them.

But to escape
through your eyes
to jump into
the fire.