I look down and my hoof is cloven

Black blisters on my family photographs

Blood in my mouth and shit on my fingers

I can't move till light stops touching my face, but I don't think I wanna

I'm turning into stone

Sparrows perching on my shoulder make me forget the taste of blood

My dirty body begs for curtains to be drawn

Long red ribbons touch my eyes to the floor

My bones bend each hand to six fingers

I can't move till the light stops touching my face, but I don't think I wanna

I'm turning into stone

The sparrow perching on my shoulder made me forget what I was talking about

Beware the white ghost