You told me something long ago
Which tickled the back of my mind...

I laugh and look on as the torture begins
The crying innocent, gagged and bound...

We talked today
About the two you like...

Windy, stormy, flowing through
The seven storey tower block...

I can't imagine what you think
You can't understand...

My heart is bleeding
So I turn to subtle knife...

You are a precious stone of value immense
And I am the thief, come to break your glass...

In many ways we are the same
But opposites attract...

Beaten black and boldly bled
My coloured world fades to red...

Upon my shelf of memory
Lies a box without a key...

Once upon a time
There was a single key...

Ten needles lay out on a table
Five men in white coats check their list...