somebody is watching me
they peep through tiny holes
veiled by secrecy,
they want to see our souls.

I looked back at them
and they were quite frightening
their yellow eyes a requiem
as the sky was lightening.

they told me to tell you
that they saw your lungs' shutters
they heard your wooden songs
and they felt your heart flutters.

they wanted to help
and I said you didn't need any.