Weave

I create the things that haunt me

The ghosts you see here

Came with me

I create my consequences

I have weaved my history

Something in your bones

Calls you here

Something in your fabric

Ties you here

So take a breath and mend the wound

Or pull the thread and disappear

I've designed this institution

The lunatics are honored guests

And it was invitation only

The murderers are here at my request

Something in your bones

Calls you here

Something in your fabric

Ties you here

So take a breath and mend the wound

Or pull the thread and disappear

I don't wish distress upon you

Or to be a dreadful host

But you'll likely get what you want the least

Just when you need it the most

Don't fall apart

This is a gift I promise you

A silken thread to mend your injury

But if it scars or not is up to you

Something in your bones

Calls you here

Something in your fabric

Ties you here

So take a breath and mend the wound

Or pull the thread and disappear