Solace finds itself hidden in closed eyes,
Bunching movement hastens to wake the terror,
Fasten those lids and dare not open in haste,
Bleach the mind of hope as the body now sparer.
Night somehow licenses the dead to rise,
Brandy and ice, the liquor of evil and breath,
Slack morals allow for your hands to grip me,
Silence now my only place to give and death.
Open legs the prize of demons forced thoughts,
A shallow hovel above a sign in times square,
Fallen stars with wishes bestowed upon them,
Never work dear God they never leave you spare.
The kit awaits in sterile halls at ones doctors hands,
Those damn eyes of pity will sicken the most bland,
No it's time for all us puppies to heave our broken bones,
To slip away to times on building ledges no hand.