Rabbit in Hole

Midtown, the lights, the sounds In the heart of the uknown A quick glance outside, the glass is enough Thoughts ran quick like a foul rat race She wants to walk on those cement streets Her cigarette smoke, thick, full of regret Yellow taxi cabs speeding down West 57th Street Silence un her head slowly becoming deafening She doesn't want to go alone, but she slips into manipulation once again It's like fast food, she knows she'll regret it later The darkness absorbs, the light is left in her mind Her composure has shattered, now nothing of her own is left The door seems further now than before, she first sat at the window Three am insomnia leads her to a hole, in the ground And there the rabbit is waiting for her, impatiently