Coraline’s Theme

House dreary and drab,

lacking emotion and starved of color.

Almost swallowed by a well,

and chased, by a motorbike.

Now my hands are blistered and red.

Kinda wishing I was dead,

or better, back at home.

Where I used to live,

not that long ago.

Found a door,

wandering around bored.

Opened with a button key,

nothing but brick inside for me.

Heard a mouse call outside my room,

chased it about to the parlor room.

Tried to open the brick-choked door,

but found a tunnel smooth and fine.

Like that of a caterpillar spine.

Crawled right through and found,

the same old house, but rich and bold.

Wandered to the kitchen room.

Found my mother, but she looked new.

Just like her in every way,

except for the buttons.

Sewn over her eyes.