deep inside of me like castle spires tasting raw earth as they bleed into me at this darkest hour I will join the dogs an industrial cemetery is my only offering smell the dogs and bathe their feet in the light they shall retreat but the sorrows they have seen must incite you to believe tasting our scorn they turn away from those ruins of our decay but the sorrows they have seen must incite you to believe holding them so close to me to cradle them in the softest breeze amidst shadowed forest greens now plowed away to starve their dreams crawling now on wounded limbs over colorless stone and stained gla** debris at this the darkest hour i have joined the dogs a smothered howl can hear my only offering