Strap the cloth upon your eyes- walk.
I can’t walk!
Strap the cloth upon your mouth- don’t talk.
I can’t talk!
Air surrounds like terror.
The world is black and dark everywhere.
Behind doors, men hide.
Shrink a little more inside.
Please don’t touch me now- I’m cold.
No more time to run and hide- too old.
And where else could I be
But in this darkened hall?
I can feel their bodies moving
Like bananas through the wall.
Strap the cloth upon your mouth-
I can’t talk!
Hands behind your back-
Walk!
No time. Too old.
You know before you were born, you were already sold.
And where else could I be
But curled up in my spleen?
I feel their fingers on the wall
And I know what they mean.
We walk through the hall
Patent leather shoes
On the marble floor
White you win and black you lose…
I can feel the stairwell rise.
I can feel their greenish eyes.
This was never about right and wrong;
It was only truth and lies.
Pat pat, so cold.
Don’t move, too old.
The cord around my waist
His waist beside my head
We’re standing in the kitchen now
He tells me I’m already dead.
And I know- I feel it too.
An air so dark and cold-
It doesn’t emanate from you.
You’re just another fish upon his line
Trapped inside a ring of time.
Your fingers on my shoulder now;
You know I won’t resist this time.
Time is dark.
What’s done is done.
The dead will never rise again.
The dead and I are one.
Hidden in my spleen,
You know that I know what things mean.
There are creatures wandering this earth;
They will find their home in me.
