I did not pre-google this. So if there’s an official answer, I don’t know it.
I think it’s from a young woman’s point of view and I think it’s a horror. I think the light bleeding out from inside in verse one is how an undead creature finds her, or is attracted to her window. The city not being pretty is because there is a zombie apocalypse happening. Which of course is always a nightmare. Never a dream. And killing the days between is some reference to holding up and just surviving in the post apocalypse world with only memories of what once was - people that are now gone but to whom she promised she would try and survive.
Verse two is after the zombie/walker or whatever got in from outside the window, and she was bit or eaten. Either she turned and became a zombie, or it’s the zombies hands that are red and cold as the dead and no longer pretty. I lean towards her having turned and eaten someone else.
The nerves of the whole situation feels like pins and needles and feeling them tearing me apart is about being eaten alive.
Never a whisper, always a scream, like when one is being bit, eaten, etc.
I did not pre-google this. So if there’s an official answer, I don’t know it.
I think it’s from a young woman’s point of view and I think it’s a horror. I think the light bleeding out from inside in verse one is how an undead creature finds her, or is attracted to her window. The city not being pretty is because there is a zombie apocalypse happening. Which of course is always a nightmare. Never a dream. And killing the days between is some reference to holding up and just surviving in the post apocalypse world with only memories of what once was - people that are now gone but to whom she promised she would try and survive.
Verse two is after the zombie/walker or whatever got in from outside the window, and she was bit or eaten. Either she turned and became a zombie, or it’s the zombies hands that are red and cold as the dead and no longer pretty. I lean towards her having turned and eaten someone else.
The nerves of the whole situation feels like pins and needles and feeling them tearing me apart is about being eaten alive.
Never a whisper, always a scream, like when one is being bit, eaten, etc.