Our mary is veiled in blue Slitting her throat with a crude razor I'm watching her sick for days in the twilight sleep They're feeding me cobwebs They're keeping me silent I'm in a black mood I'm in a very black mood And I've watched Mary for days Running through fields Fields of black ashes She's in white and always in shadow The skies fill with locusts from blue mountains They're in my throat… Michael is in the corner talking to rabbits that don't exist (which can be very tiresome) It puts me in a black mood We're 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 don't 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
