Electromanuelle: Seizure

He writes in the dead of night His pen bleeds stories into fractured light A house too quiet, a heart too loud Three strange figures move through the cloud His wife says, "Nothing is there..." But something breathes in the staircase air A woman sings from the walls so thin Her voice sounds like sin "Write it," they whisper, "make us real..." Every word is a broken seal Ink becomes flesh, dream becomes skin And something outside is coming in We are the three in your fevered mind Born from pages you left behind We dance in the corners of your fear Now the nightmare is finally here Write us down, let us breathe We live in the words you believe Darling, don’t look away We’ve come to stay... we’ve come to stay The lamp flickers, the hallway bends Reality fractures, the logic ends His daughter screams at an empty door But footprints bloom across the floor A tall one laughs without a face A child runs in a stitched-up space A woman carved from midnight breath Sings lullabies that taste like death You wrote us wrong... We were never fiction... We were always coming... "Non puoi cancellarci..." (You cannot erase us...) We are the three in your fevered mind Born from pages you left behind Now your story writes itself in blood And the house is drowning in us Writer, your ending is near Every word opens another tear We are the nightmare you gave a name And now we wear your family name