Delicate Cutters

It's just the lack

Of time I keep

Reaching out, lashing out 

It's just the lines

Run down the walls

I can't believe they never fall

The walls never leave

And the walls begin to scream 

Ah

And my toes against the wall

I stare ahead

The door inside the wall

Your face inside the door

You crawl across the room 

The picture never moves

My books are very still

You slide to my feet

You slide across the floor 

I

Throw your head across the ice

I

Throw my head through a window

Crash

Like poetry 

It's four o'clock, I'm waiting

Your face appears

I keep forgetting your name

While I'm writing this, you

You crash through the wall

You fall off the floor 

I

Slide your head across the ice

I

Throw my hands through the window

Crash

Like gods

A room

Full of delicate cutters

All sitting down, the room has many doors

All but one of them are closed

She goes around

(Remember)

Opening the doors 

This has another ending

Full of innocent children

One of them are closed 

She goes around

This has another ending

(Remember the room)

Full of delicate cutters

Opening the doors