Old wall, on the wall
I watch the spiders build their trap
Waiting to catch and eat any scrap
My eyes move from floor to tall
Emotionless is my bed
The one I lay on when the heart...
Wondering mind from the start
All I can think of is a wall red
Stained with handprints
like footprints on the cupboards
scorpion writing his name on the black rods
A black name without colour is the scints
... knife
in the heart, a hollow thumb
lifeless pauses, trauming loom
strive...
I'm lost looking at...
old wall, on the curtains
a deja-vu with flawless patterns
found in tartars, tears of art
