Voyeur

He watches me through broken windows panes
Like the mirror that’s cracked, with reflections insane
Shadows dance and creep across the peeling walls
And I wanted to believe we could have had it all

Torrential rains fall from the busted ceiling fan
With wisps of smoke trailing from my clenched hands
Dripping with plaster, when my rage comes undone
With mildewed curtains warping the light of the setting sun

And I’m feeling stalked in the convex reflection
When this beauty is nothing but crumbling perfection  
In the hazy darkness, he takes refuge in his lonely lies
I’m not who I am, in the black-lit gaze of his eyes

Manipulation, spliced from the stems that were us
Panic attacks and broken dreams fracturing the trust
So turn and run from this tangled garden path
Can’t you hear the poison in Belladonna’s laugh?

A house that’s not a home, mold colouring the walls
A phone ringing silently, leaving a million missed calls
Don’t leave a message, we’re down for renovations
Weeds creeping through the cracks with degeneration

And still he watches me through broken windows panes
My ghost in the mirror slowly driving him insane

Indie Adams 2012