You sit snug in my ceiling
Staring at the room
While insects worship you.
But I can hide you in the night
And your body like a corpse
Loses its heat in seconds.


The Eye in the Ceiling. Title poem, st. 1-2

Eugene B. Redmond Quotes

You sit snug in my ceiling Staring at the room While insects worship you. But I can hide you in the night And your body like a corpse Loses its heat...

You sit snug in my ceiling Staring at the room While insects worship you. But I can hide you in the night And your body like a corpse Loses its heat...

You sit snug in my ceiling Staring at the room While insects worship you. But I can hide you in the night And your body like a corpse Loses its heat...

You sit snug in my ceiling Staring at the room While insects worship you. But I can hide you in the night And your body like a corpse Loses its heat...