What lights the dark inside of me
Is a world with corners four.
I stare until my eyes do bleed—
Yet I can't reach its door...
This cinema, far too near,
I breathe its every scene.
Wherever I move my head,
The same film is seen...
Even if I’m not inside,
I can’t escape outside.
Until the film ends,
I can’t leave my seat...
I am in the scream of a child,
awakened by fear without cause.
Crashing into the wall,
falling to the ground,
I vanish at the speed of sound...
