Pale Man

At the doorstep, it hung vertical
No one noticed
Cold like icicles
Then a tall man cut down the string and set it free

He cut another down and set it free
He cut another down
He cut so hard, he screamed

In the closet picking clothes for me
Nothing pink, though
It won't fit the theme
Then a pale man looked sad and had them close my eyes

He cut another down, and it was me
He cut another down

Hunger, it beats you to the line
Its teeth are chattering
That little beat skips out of time
So simple and cold

He cut another down, and it was me
He cut another down