The ceiling is peppered
With burnt chestnuts,
Right in front of me,
A fox roars with laughter,
The walls are painted
Purple with bruises,
In the corner, a music box
Tinkles Tum Hi Ho,
While somewhere
Behind my eyes,
A golden kiss echoes.
I live in this space,
My home, my prison,
It contains a magic,
That makes pain
Feel a lot like love.