Chrome

The walls are painted different every second. My eyes are of chrome, it is television. Can't let go of my leg, it's itching and bleeding. Layer by layer I'm peeling away! Away... Burn down my house and make something happen, stab me in the heart and make a thing stop. Because I am so distracted, I am slightly shocked by how things can keep going like a dead man's clock. A mirror is hanging kinda loose on my wall, I'm passing it sideways, I'm saying hello. My brother is half-ways through a book I've left him, called me today to see what I'd say. Say... Burn down my house and make something happen, stab me in the heart and make a thing stop. Because I am so distracted, I am slightly shocked by how things can keep going like a dead man's clock.