i close my eyes,and this image floats beside me:

a sweaty-toothed madman

with a stare that pounds my brain.

his hands reach out and choke me

and all the time he's mumbling,

mumbling:

'truth.

like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold.

you push it, stretch it,but it'll never be enough.

you kick at it, beat it,it'll never cover any of us

from the moment we enter crying

to the moment we leave dying

it'll only cover your face

as you wail and cry and scream.'