The air is close The dark is closer Windows sun out the light What bleeds through illuminates nothing I don't know how long it's been Time passes by and pays me no mind My bones are crawling inside my flesh I'm made of the snakes that hate the sun Extend your hand, I won't take it Extend your hand, I will cut it off The world seeps in through the cracks as distant laughter A spreading plaque of joyful corpses Warmth, wealth, and love lay outside these walls I am all I need, alone with my enemy