Mason

Cement, mortar and bricks my favourite materials
 Brick by crick I'm Slowly building up my walls
 Higher And higher, I can barely see over now
 Hammer and chisel, so I can get some light
 Maybe someone can peer in through my pinhole
 Maybe someone can see through my window
 And see this body trapped behind these walls
 I don't want you to see the whole picture
 Just a corner maybe the wood of the frame
 A syllable- a letter of my signature
 I don't want you to know my canvas
 I don't want you to know my canvas
 Every other weekend I tempt myself with a ladder
 I think about climbing over, rung by rung
 And being naked...
 I question every step rung by rung
 Then I climb back down cause I got a glimpse
 A scent, a sound and my eyes burn
 The smell makes me oh so nauseous
 The pop noises leave my ears ringing
 It left me ringing
 It left me ringing