I dreamt I found you hanging I didn't know what it meant Your eyes would follow me, though Everywhere I went The pupils were engulfing They seemed to only grow But nothing made me tremble Like the stories that they told Swaying back and forth you Pointed to my neck You told me that it was yours And that it would constrict The window on the 5th floor Shattered as you wept What am I witnessing? What stories have you kept?