From the Dark

From the Dark
Oil on Plyboard, 4′ x 2′

This is a song based on a dream which led to the painting between 2013 and 2014.

From the Dark

The playground of my childhood becomes a warzone
Familiar walks cemented into frightening arcs and loops
And there is darkness and the gathering
And then its gone in a deluge of murderess rain
And there’s the baby girl, the doll, the twin, the unloved one
and she falls, into my care.

I smashed her head with a porcelain plate
Chipped away till there was no more
No one must know, i have to cover up my tracks
But I’ll be tracked down
I’ll be found out
They’re coming as we speak
I’m going round in circles, staring at the spot
How can I get away when my body turns me in?

Sometimes he comes with an iron bar and means to knock me down
Sometimes he comes with a baseball bat
And he is senseless and relentless and almighty strong
Oh he is strong but so am I
Something’s trying to break through
And I’m not sure I want it to
I needed you, did you hear me?
I needed you, did you hear me?
I needed you, did you hear me?
I’m not ready to be needed.

I kept her in the fridge so long,
But she’s enchanted by,
Enchanted by the world which I show her.
And guilty, I’m so guilty,
I could easily misplace her, lose her, forget her
I needed you did you hear me?
Oh I needed you did you hear me?
I needed you did you hear me?
I’m not ready to be needed.