The room was small the eyes were hollow, all dregs and decay.
Ruffled hair, dry scalp and seamen stains
Nails being bitten, cobwebbed corners, bedwetted sheets.
The room is smaller now, the air is ringing
Riddle me, riddle me
Why must thou haunt me?
The darkness strangles, the eyes crushed like two grapes on glass
The merciless unseen, taunting with her movents
Maniacal cackling, a loosening of hinges
Trouble is silent
Silence is trouble
Riddle me, riddle me
Take me already
