Hes above the law
Unless the law is heaven sent
Just enough to cause
Boy to have an accident

How tempting to explore
What he cannot contemplate
Half shut window, rattles in the wind
Hear cats crying, strangled violins

Make shift houses, a blanket and 2 chairs
Monsters hiding, underneath the stairs
It's always been the game
We love to play

He's outside the door
Like the rest of yesterday
Down beneath the floor
After birthday party games

The boy who wanted more
Wrapped him up in sellotape
Glass cicada
You know I’m just a shell

Friends with spider
Threw him down a well
It's always been the game
We love to play