Face Down

Beneath the door, I see a light
It's four AM in apartment three
Muted sounds. A sealed room
I turn the knob, the door is gone

Yellow light. Kitchen floor
An old woman at the cutting board
Just her back, her old, bent back
Short, abrupt chopping jerks

How do you like that?
I died in my sleep

Face down
Just a little dream I had
Face down
It was more than real
Face down
Just a little dream I had

She turns around, smiles up at
Knife out. Head shakes
Laughing teeth into me
Silver gleam and out

Face down
Just a little dream I had
Face down
It was more than real
Face down
Just a little dream I had