A dark thunderstorm makes the nightmares come alive,
In a small square room with only one place to go.
The legs that not too long ago left my toe to bleed are now bending down on themselves,
Buckling, and shifting, it slowly comes alive.
A mouth forms from the slit in the mahogany.
The platform is now arching as it starts moving to the hall
I baby-step as I try to escape this nightmare.
Faster, and faster, it's clear that it is not going to stop,
Even with me standing in the way of where ever it wants to go.
I scream and reach for the light switch as I feel as if something is pushing me back.
I click the lights and see it, not as it just was,
But as a table that hasn’t moved one inch.
Maybe it was the nighttime making me see things, or maybe I didn't just imagine everything.
I wake up next to you and hear
The beautiful chirping of the birds
Outside. But realize
It was counting down to the end of our love.
Each chirp, was a memory
Gone bad throughout time.
The rise of our fate
Is now more at stake when I realize
I was replaced. I look everywhere
For the girl that now is who I once was.
To you, I was a vintage,
Old and needed changing, but to me
I am vintage, something you hold true to your heart.
I had a love, that would never die
But would grow, it surrounds people with affection.
You have a love that surrounds people
With pain and sorrow of who they once were.