Yellow Room

Eyes that dart then wander round their tomb Heart turned into a fist when the body can't move Wants out of its box then the yellow one Stuck between sleep and panic That paint is a brutal prison guard Waves an insulting gesture at me Jumps out the chest and starts Running at the walls It's losing its shit and swears there's a room outside this one It's just a reflective vest that covers for bloated guts that exist to serve themselves And they stop functioning all at once At least let him look out