WINDOWPAIN
Light shines on a moat outside.
Silent breath of night.
The shadows build the bridge.
Distance holds me near. Is it sincere?
Inside the comfort of
arms length castle walls
I feel safe.
When you press against,
you make the glass a sharper tool.
In this house I’m safe.
Windowpains protect, but keep away.
I touch the floor.
The linoleum burns my skin,
but I can’t bear to look again.
Through the glass,
I recognize a blurred out figure.
And even though I want to
it’s hard to change.
By waiting, I’m fading slow.
I’m dying when you’re alone.
When you press against,
you make the glass a sharper tool.
In this house I’m safe.
Windowpains protect, but keep away.
Her: Rain starts to fall, and the cold sets in.
I’m digging up the roots where I was never meant to grow.
But I’m as close as I can venture unless you let me cross.
It’s growing darker and I’m getting colder.
When the thunder breaks and I don’t know where to begin,
how can I help if you won’t let me in?
Windowpains protect.
When you press against,
you make the glass a sharper tool.
In this house I’m safe.
Windowpains protect, but keep away.