Discoloration - Dawn Golden

You took my hand and brought me down in the morning

And I was sitting, waiting for the telephone to swallow me whole

I saw your face reflected on the resonant screen

And I watched your mouth moving like a tired machine

Trying to plead with me

Trying to swallow me whole

It’s been a while since I’ve been gone and away

And I watched your eyes reflect me in a terrible way

As you cast your gaze to the flickering hall

And you knelt beside me and you started to pray

And the whites of your eyes blackened with a hardened decay

And you talked to me in a broken voice:

«In your open mouth

Silence me in the coursing

Blood in my eyes

Dress me in your clothes

And swallow me whole

Swallow me whole»