Four walls is all it takes,
To unhinge your mind,
Make your demeanor shake,
Thoughts in friction,
Imaginary frisson,
The pale paints,
Malice clad as saints,
On walls, watch you,
Run to any corner,
They'll still catch you,
They'll dig and dig,
To the core of your cavity,
They'll root and sit,
With ageless edacity,
So before you fully break,
Before you begin to quake,
Run away into the open,
Because four walls is all it takes.
