Our mary is veiled in blue Slitting her throat with a crude razor Im watching her sick for days in the twilight sleep Theyre feeding me cobwebs Theyre keeping me silent Im in a black mood Im in a very black mood And Ive watched Mary for days Running through fields Fields of black ashes Shes in white and always in shadow The skies fill with locusts from blue mountains Theyre in my throat Michael is in the corner talking to rabbits that dont exist which can be very tiresome It puts me in a black mood Were mad as hell hounds Laughing like jackals chasing after cars I keep my books in cages because they will bite me if I let them out And Michael looks at me His eyes all white The cuts on my arms open like tiny mouths Vomit blood And he stares But what do you expect from a boy who talks to rabbits that dont even exist? I could lie here for days watching Mary but I would get so bored She stamped Evidence in red all over everything I do
mood, mary, black, michael, rabbit