the Tulips

you watched me spill my viscera on the painting that you made the world you created is corrupt

i awake in a- no wait, it's- i can't see i can't think i see the door shudder like goosebumps i see an operating table as cold as your gaze i expect you to BREAK DOWN THE DOOR and you're not here you're still there you're you're pretending to be somebody else you're a burrowing bullet coming straight for me

electricity runs down my spine flowing to a camera in this room it tells you my thoughts your car is right outside you're hiding in the closet you're right behind me i'll see you on the street you'll call me and i'll fade again

i'll never be rid of you, will i? somewhere there's a life that i want but you'll be there no matter what, won't you?