Bats in the Belfry

The men in white coats Circle me like vultures

Tried and True Beginning

Horror stories always begin the same In the dead of night

He tried so hard To get his name known

There's an itch inside my brain That reframes my state of mind

All in the same ivory tower.

No other moment In life had left her feeling So out of her depth

Pitter, patter as mirror shards Rain down on the porcelain sink

Living in a constant State of panic

The devil's mistress Is a crueler ruler

Sewn shut I cannot say A word against you