Coldplay Ink
The hair on the back of your neck stands
"Another way out"
"Another way out"
The army ants have escaped
The hair on the back of your neck stands up
Ink runs into my cup
I sip epiphany
Fang bite, tarantula
Taste of my symptoms
Gasoline and a pistol
Blood filling the bathtub
Swollen eyelids
Baffled by this
Tell us what you see
