so much disappearing
in your blood
oh my sweet black echo:
feral eyes and matted hair
were you ever there?
we're both unsteady somnambulists
dancing along that terrible precipice
between a normal life
and a beautiful d**h
beneath the curtains of the roadside, at the dawn of the night
surely every deer wants to dash for the headlights
oh, cruel sight
I want to build you
a tunnel to the light