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.