*Just another brick in the wall*
I saw her.
The day she came here, newly married,
Blushing so red, that it seemed the vermillion from her forehead had reached her cheeks.
She looked around when she entered the room.
And I looked at her.
I was hidden there, behind the plaster that was newly painted just before the wedding.
She didn't see me.
She ran her hand over me though.
I tried to feel her, through the thick coating of plaster but couldn't.
Well, did it matter?
Did it matter at all?
All in all, it was just another brick in the wall.
I saw her.
In the dim light of the bedside lamp.
The first night.
I saw her covered and discovered.
She walked past me, leaving a faint fragrance of hers.
Each morning she came
Freshly bathed and took the towel off her hair.
There were droplets from her hair landing on me.
They were enough to intoxicate me
And I was.
But you see, I wasn't supposed to have a brain
But only eyes and ears.
Did it matter at all?
All in all, it was just another brick in the wall.
I heard her humming while she stood in front of the mirror each night,
Combing her hair.
I heard her moaning, when they made love.
I heard her giggles when he said she looked beautiful.
I heard her laughter, when her best friend and she talked.
I heard her cry too.
Eventually that was the only sound left
Other than the loud arguments.
Then there were wailing sounds.
She put her face against the wall and cried.
I was near her neck.
And I could see the little mole,
Just beside her Mangalsutra heaving up and down
As she breathed.
I wanted to embrace her.
But you see, I am not supposed to have arms,
Only eyes and ears.
Did it matter at all?
All in all, it's just another brick in the wall.
I broke a little inside the day he hit her
And her head slammed against me.
She had a red spot on her forehead,
And so did I.
I couldn't bleed.
I wish I did.
But you know, I am not supposed to have blood,
Only eyes and ears.
Did it matter at all?
All in all, it's just another brick in the wall.
She was there with me all day.
Locked.
What I heard was that she couldn't give the money she was supposed to.
I couldn't figure out why.
The screams rose and she was there locked.
I looked at her all day.
She couldn't understand obviously.
I was hidden behind Asian Paints Royale Play.
Then she slept.
There was this strange smell.
And the orange flame was lighting up the room.
The light was from her.
She was burning.
Each part I loved of her,
Her eyes, lips, shoulder, heart and so on and so forth,
Was in flames.
I wanted to run.
Run to her and save her, soothe her.
The only thing I could do was to see her burn
And to hear her cry
As she screamed against me.
I wasn't supposed to have a body you know,
But only eyes and ears.
Did it matter? At all?
All in all, it was just another brick in the wall.
She lay in a blackish red leftover of what she was.
I was there, in a blackish red left over of what I was.
I smelt of her.
Her burnt flesh infiltrated me.
I was united with her,
In our similarity of burnt blackish redness.
No one was in the house.
All left.
Leaving us together.
Well, I loved her you see.
But I was not supposed to have a heart you know,
Just the eyes and the ears.
But did it matter at all?
All in all, it's just another brick in the wall.
She was within me forever.
Not the way I wanted her to, though.
But you see, I am not supposed to have a mind
But just the eyes and ears.
Did it matter? Did it matter at all?
All in all, it's just another brick in the wall.
I saw her.
The day she came here, newly married,
Blushing so red, that it seemed the vermillion from her forehead had reached her cheeks.
She looked around when she entered the room.
And I looked at her.
I was hidden there, behind the plaster that was newly painted just before the wedding.
She didn't see me.
She ran her hand over me though.
I tried to feel her, through the thick coating of plaster but couldn't.
Well, did it matter?
Did it matter at all?
All in all, it was just another brick in the wall.
I saw her.
In the dim light of the bedside lamp.
The first night.
I saw her covered and discovered.
She walked past me, leaving a faint fragrance of hers.
Each morning she came
Freshly bathed and took the towel off her hair.
There were droplets from her hair landing on me.
They were enough to intoxicate me
And I was.
But you see, I wasn't supposed to have a brain
But only eyes and ears.
Did it matter at all?
All in all, it was just another brick in the wall.
I heard her humming while she stood in front of the mirror each night,
Combing her hair.
I heard her moaning, when they made love.
I heard her giggles when he said she looked beautiful.
I heard her laughter, when her best friend and she talked.
I heard her cry too.
Eventually that was the only sound left
Other than the loud arguments.
Then there were wailing sounds.
She put her face against the wall and cried.
I was near her neck.
And I could see the little mole,
Just beside her Mangalsutra heaving up and down
As she breathed.
I wanted to embrace her.
But you see, I am not supposed to have arms,
Only eyes and ears.
Did it matter at all?
All in all, it's just another brick in the wall.
I broke a little inside the day he hit her
And her head slammed against me.
She had a red spot on her forehead,
And so did I.
I couldn't bleed.
I wish I did.
But you know, I am not supposed to have blood,
Only eyes and ears.
Did it matter at all?
All in all, it's just another brick in the wall.
She was there with me all day.
Locked.
What I heard was that she couldn't give the money she was supposed to.
I couldn't figure out why.
The screams rose and she was there locked.
I looked at her all day.
She couldn't understand obviously.
I was hidden behind Asian Paints Royale Play.
Then she slept.
There was this strange smell.
And the orange flame was lighting up the room.
The light was from her.
She was burning.
Each part I loved of her,
Her eyes, lips, shoulder, heart and so on and so forth,
Was in flames.
I wanted to run.
Run to her and save her, soothe her.
The only thing I could do was to see her burn
And to hear her cry
As she screamed against me.
I wasn't supposed to have a body you know,
But only eyes and ears.
Did it matter? At all?
All in all, it was just another brick in the wall.
She lay in a blackish red leftover of what she was.
I was there, in a blackish red left over of what I was.
I smelt of her.
Her burnt flesh infiltrated me.
I was united with her,
In our similarity of burnt blackish redness.
No one was in the house.
All left.
Leaving us together.
Well, I loved her you see.
But I was not supposed to have a heart you know,
Just the eyes and the ears.
But did it matter at all?
All in all, it's just another brick in the wall.
She was within me forever.
Not the way I wanted her to, though.
But you see, I am not supposed to have a mind
But just the eyes and ears.
Did it matter? Did it matter at all?
All in all, it's just another brick in the wall.
