My Home
The light bulb is broken
I can't remember how long it's been that way
The windows are boarded up
No light comes in from there
The only thing I can see is my paint and brush
Oh, and white writing on the walls
I dip my brush in paint and decorate my wall with the words that haunt me day and night
My Dear, why don't you put down the brush
Why don't you stop painting the words that torment you so much
Don't you know the brush is in your hands
Don't you know that it will do whatever you command