The Midnight Man

slowly moving rooms fast-paced images, i see the dimensions topple over and i lose sense of gravity a man with a pocket knife and a nose that bled stood in front of my eyes the sharp edge sliced so sweetly in my head it was so shiny i wanted to die he ran into my closet when he heard the sound of my heartbeat crashing against the walls little phrases and stares, they're breaking the ground small shadows encompass me, while the bright lights are dull quickly moving life, slow-paced moments, i meet little ladybugs that linger just part of a bigger scheme grab my sleeve, let's run so you can drown yourself in the moat before you see my apparition and the man with his blade at my throat he ran into my closet when he heard the sound of my heartbeat crashing against the walls little phrases and stares, they're breaking the ground small shadows encompass me, while the bright lights are dull within the walls are eyes they see through holes that i pounded into them with the fists of my internal conscience never left the holes of my head never created any to begin with i ran into my closet when i heard the sound of the walking and speaking of the creatures outside little phrases and stares turn me into a clown their shadows encompass me, while their tools build my spine