Corner of the Board

Walls collapse, the ceiling falls down. Shadows argue with the void,

clocks without hands. Time's not my own. Doors swing open, but no

way out's shown. Black and white world keeps flippin' again. I'm in the

corner where I belong. You look down from your tower of pretend.

I'm just a tile in your palms, no song. Mirrors lie,

your moves rearrange my face. Light cuts like a blade through the haze.

Your laugh is just a game, cold traces. But in your grip,

my final day. Black and white world keeps flippin' again. I'm in the