A thousand bloody fingers
scritch scritch scritch
behind my eyes
hide from the silence
fill the spaces with
forsaken idle words
the night smells of death
and insanity
but the sun is rising
who calls my name?
ignore it
can't get lost in the dark
I'm held accountable for every idle word
even those spoken in silence
to the sun
try to find a way out of the silence
without getting lost in the dark
day after day
and the bloody fingers always
scritch scritch scritch
behind my eyes