I'm in a big house, having big dreams The next time I wake up there's blood on the bed Didn't know it was time yet Or is it not mine? I feel old in this hotel As if surprised to find I still have it in me And yet so young Hollow Unsure if from young or old I dip my finger in it Smells like warm winter Then I feel the need to touch everything Everything in this room Like a dog I'm marking everything that belongs to no-one Bringing it close to me, or life, or something I have big dreams And blood powers My own art history My combined failures