Walls bleed, pictures bend their fractured frames 

Features on canvas torn 

Burning mirror breaking down to sand 

Free from jails of form 


The black water future I see 

So hard to drain 

The small child in everyone is forced to bleed 

To live life again 


The light ever closer we believe 

Is only a place for grief 


Every life's so small 

We call it precious 

And every soul is so loved 

Above 


Days glide through a skin of open pores 

Stretched on bended frames 

Years long on sanded banks around your shores 

Counting every grain 


Words form poisoned worlds I never see 

So hard to hear 

Ring the bell of truth in every dream 

No life, no fear 


Every night brings disasters to our rooms 

A lifetime inside you