The open gaping mouth of glass, looking in and looking out The light refracting across the silent room Everything is closed off; the blinds; the doors; the boxes The glass eyes of the house muffling the sounds of the outside world
The inhabitant grown a slave to watching The gaping mouth of glass, looking in and looking out Stretching lines, darkening eyes, smiles turned hollow She'll trace the filtered light with frozen desperate fingers
Her sounds are empty and echo like a dripping water from a faucet The tiled floor is as cold as the snow that falls. Unseen The open gaping mouth of glass, looking in and looking out The wind seems to be whispering words she no longer yearns for
The blood is dancing with the cold Warming the static embrace of her head and fingers The inhabitant closes the blinds again, hiding the quiet scene The open gaping mouth of glass, looking in and looking out
Most people believe this is about suicide so I'm going to clear this up. The inhabitant and the girl are two different people. The poem focuses on a scene, but the whole purpose is to invoke the feelings that come with paranoia. It's about a man who killed a girl, but also talking about the guilt and fear of hiding a bad thing we've done. I hope it somehow showed what I was trying to convey.
Surrounded Unheld my hand please I can't let it be taken Black around white a single speck static in my ears can't take it. not my hand found around backwards static in my ear and lots of it I see spoken words in writing people turn away when hurt I'm stuck staring not my hand. no noise to block out my thoughts speck black white repeat each step without hesitation listen, follow, no thinking allowed I break it as soon as it's said