there are pin holes in my hands

a knife in my back

there is a crack in my heart

and a pain in my head.

there is an endless siren screaming

an alarm throughout the night

there is a constant drumming

banging cacophonous with sound

there is a life within a death

a death within a life

there was a child crying once

but he drowned in his own tears

now, there is a little ghost

who disappears through mirrors.