The music’s loud in your room.
Come on, come down
and make rain!
There’s nothing left to burn.
I’m naked and tired.
So tired.
Hey, hey!
I’d sooner cut my leg off, than be trapped in this cell.
I got out of here once and I will get out again.
Drown me and leave me when you go.
Drown me and leave me when you go.
Drown me and leave me when you go.
And let that be enough.
And let that be enough.
And let that be enough in your room.
Turn around
and share the pain with me.
A hundred thousand years
to share the pain with me.
This is how it ends
in your room.
© Michael Weisshaupt, 2018