new song
a windowless house
she paces the floors of the empty house
that live inside of her
the floorboards creek under weight
but fall silent under hers
she throws the crockery around the place
but it still looks undisturbed
she lets out a call for justice
but it remains unheard
she stares at a picture of Jesus
standing slighted on a wall
she refuses to take his hand
she mutters no not at all
she has no visitors to her abode
no one ever calls
nothing but empty space
clutters up her halls
she tears a picture in her pocket
whisper you’ll be mine once more
the place remains untidy
although she scrubs the floor
there is no light that shines
theres no windows or doors
but she forever looks behind her back
nervous at what in store
she fears she’s near the end
she’s ashamed of her inadequacies
she falls for the same old trick
played by society
she fears she is going to fall
and displays it so tragically
but suddenly she’ll reappear
it happens almost magically
she can hear the wolf’s claw scratching
the play soulful tune
and she can hear as he howls
at the bright full moon
she feels inclined to do the same
but realises it’s too soon
and now her thoughts are crowding
the once empty room
there is a gun in the drawer
but its no longer of any use
the chimes of her contemporaries
ring of her abuse
there is a rope on the chair
that used to be a noose
but when she tried to tightened it
it always became loose
so there no end in sight
she’s stuck in her cell
for she failed to be alike
so she went and fell
and her endless punishment
her enemies love to tell
precisely what they crave
is provided by this hell