When poison sits behind your eyes,
Under your taste buds,
Inside your ears,
When no brightness can pierce the veil inside
Do you hide?
If you fear the contamination contained within your mind
Like Pontypool's words
Where madness lies
When blood and corruption darken your skies,
Do you hide from the only good things in your life lest you burn them or smash them or stain them or pain them to die?
