How I spilled water on the floor, I swear it was never
But I was fearful, and it was dark, I ran and hid before I hear steps, and I waited, for someone..
To make a noise, any noise, to scream and scare me, but it was quite and warm, and the darkness turned into brightness,
Oh, how I breathed again.
Scared, and fearful of
emptiness I was.
Quite and warm reality was.
I believe that the world my head lives in
Is more horrible place
Than a world full of women
Hunting our bodies
With their tongues.