Eyes that dart then wander round their tomb.
Heart turned into a fist when the body can't move.
Wants out of its box then the yellow one.
Stuck between sleep and panic
That paint is a brutal prison guard
Waves an insulting gesture at me.
Jumps out the chest and starts
Running at the walls
It's losing its sh** and swears there's a room outside this one.
It's just a reflective vest that covers for bloated guts that exist to serve themselves.
And they stop functioning all at once.
At least let him look out.