Listen closely at the words
Their meaning is hidden far away
Between the lines of aggravation
Where are the body and mind?
These paintings bleed red
Just like anything else
Words flow down these walls
Hate, guilt, fear, loathing
Drain in to the cracks
Fill in the spots of voids
Quietly, like sneaking in the night
To steal a pair of golden earrings
From a dead woman in her chamber
With every tick of the clock
Comes the silence of death
Words that build and create
Words that torture and destroy
Drip in the persistence of time
Soft watches, soft words
Softening the fatal blow
Uneasy, unsteady
Unable to be the thief
To master time's constraints
That bind you to the floor
As you fail in your sneaking
And wake the dead
