Saw a picture of you
As I was passing through
From one end to the other
Like an austere museum
You were there
Occupying a room
All your own
But from passage to passage
I saw you again
Like some mad Worhal
Repeated on end
Soon the halls were made of you
The floors, ceiling and lights
Crafted from your image
And when I saw the dust itself
Turn into your image
I breathed you in
As you dimmed my eyes
No end in sight
An ever growing scenery of you
I looked down to see
My skin becoming...
A nightmare of repetition
You have consumed everything
Including me...