I dreamt I found you hanging
I didn't know what it meant
Your eyes would follow me, though
Everywhere I went
The pupils were engulfing
They seemed to only grow
But nothing made me tremble
Like the stories that they told
Swaying back and forth you
Pointed to my neck
You told me that it was yours
And that it would constrict
The window on the 5th floor
Shattered as you wept
What am I witnessing?
What stories have you kept?
