The picture on my wall came alive and attacked me
It dropped down off the nail on which it was hanging
I didn’t hear the banging when it hit the ground
I didn’t sense it prowl behind my back
But I did feel it stab me
The picture on my wall came alive and attacked me
Save me – picture on my desk, picture framed in oak
Save me – I’ve nearly lost every ounce of my hope
The picture on my desk watched and laughed as it happened
I didn’t see it move or come out of its frame
Nor lend a helping hand to me in my final day
Oh, picture on my shelf – have you at least got something to say?
The picture on my shelf didn’t speak or holler or shout
But whispered ever so slightly, “well if I must – you never bothered to clean off our dust”
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