I'm in a big house, having big dreams And next time I wake up There's blood on the bed. Didn't know it was time yet. Or is it not mine? I feel old in this hotel As if surprised to find I still don't have it in me and yet so young. Hollow. Unsure if I'm young or old. I dip my finger in it, Smells like a long winter And I feel the need to touch everything, everything in this room like a dog. I'm marking everything that belongs to no-one, bringing it close to me, or life, or something. I have big dreams and blood powers My own artistry. My combined failures.