The Beastie Fade

sad little beasties

The Beastie Fade

 

on blackened wings

on we sings

of nicer days

and better things

why bite kick fight and shout

when no one cares what we’re about

 

we question things

and now we doubts

what to do to make it right

do we fly straights up

towards the lights

or adjust our sights

to pitch black nights

 

we thinks

and sinks

and thinks

and sinks

 

we licks our wounds

and accept our dooms

onwards we fly

we get zapped and we die

but we fights kicks and we shouts

knowing truly what we is abouts

 

crawling on sore bellies

with severed wings

on we sings on we sings

singing about ghastly and ghoulish

beastie queens and kings

and other nasty little things

 

(beastie psalms)

Author's Note

the beasties are back