(072) murder that never happened

you had me cornered, but i wasn't there to begin with. spent in confinement; locked to bedposts. you cleaned the tables and met me in the status quo. drunken with a glass of blood, your eyes slowly turned black.

craving simple retribution, you stained your mouth and called upon your favorite lullaby. gaping landfills and mistaken snapshots of a supposed double murder that never happened. i needed witnesses, but why would i just stand around? i've had tarantulas climbing down my neck ever since i woke up.