White Walls

I saw the sun turn black today; I tore a hole in my back,

This city is crumbling

Down it goes tumbling,

So I ride on the wings of a bat.

Hello

Miss Petulu in scarlet soaked skin,

With absence of insides remaining within,

And hello Doctor Procter with scalpel in hand,

Ready to greet me in la la la land.

And, “silly” you say!

No “nonsense” you add!

“You phony, fake, fibber”

“You’ve lost it”

“You’re mad!”

So now I’m painting

The walls

Around me white,

To shed light

On the demons

That haunt me

At night.