The walls are closing in.
The curtains drop,
I've locked the door.
The curtains drop,
I've locked the door.
I'm standing with my back against the wall.
These walls have eyes.
I must not..fall!
In vertigo I stumble,
In confusion i tremble.
I must not fall!
These walls have eyes,
& You are breathing into my ears.
I am swathed in your stale scent.
These walls have eyes,
& They are breathing into my ears.
I am swathed, I must not fall!
The lightbulb is glaring at me
With a peircing glow.
I can't escape it's cone.
In the mirror's sight, glass-eyed!
Still, I can feel your eyes,
Peircing into the back of my pencil neck.
Are you even there?
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