Is It Because I'm Bleak

I can't see you anymore

the badness of your black eyes

don't let the others in

don't let the others come in

the rats in the roof

the possums in the trees

the biting at each others' throats

car horns in the street outside

rush and squeal their breaks

it was a sound

it was a sound

I can't see you anymore

that's your imagination

door handles don't move by themselves

in the sequence

and you grimace

i need you to know it was a sound