Discoloration (Dawn Golden)

You took my hand and brought me down in the morning And I was sitting, waiting for the telephone to swallow me whole. I saw your face reflected on the resonant screen And I watched your mouth moving like a tired machine Trying to plead with me Trying to swallow me whole. It's been a while Since I've been gone and away And I watched your eyes reflect me in a terrible way As you cast your gaze to the flickering hall. And you knelt beside me and You started to pray And the whites of your eyes blackened With a hardened decay And you talked to me in a broken voice "In your open mouth Silence me in the coursing Blood in my eyes Dress me in your clothes And swallow me whole"