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He
cut
his
face
on
your
shadow
In
love
and
hate's
meadow
And
fell
down
in
ditches
And
cried
in
the
sun
Beyond
the
horizon
Whatever
that
reason
A
white
sickness
watches
The
end
has
begun
Midnight
city
compressed
into
grey
Packed,
cracked
window
ice
burns
out
black
day
The
beaten
traffic
howls
off
insect
eyes
Cacogenic
damp
pinned
to
migraine
skies
The
tread
of
marked
feet
marching
a
brisk
bruise
This
stain
parade
of
steel
scraping
its
blues
Frail
hope
hammered
down
by
blunted
flame
A
rushing
twitch-white
wall
snaps
brittle
rain
Wasted
change
soils
clouds
with
gutter
hate
Our
natures'
suicides
eviscerate
Dulled
prayers
collapse
the
moon
from
mocking
sight
This
sludge
of
rouged
leaves
suffocates
the
light
He
pulled
his
logic
From
everything
tragic
And
bled
more
magick
To
cancel
his
heart
Beneath
a
red
steeple
By
the
light
of
one
needle
The
less
and
less
people
All
come
apart
Hacking
water
gurgles
Drowned
down
rusty
old
canals
Between
the
gloating
stones
With
the
vacant
and
banal
A
tide
of
masks
swells
past
With
smells
of
cheap
sweet
smiles
And
courteous
lies
And
other
nauseous
things
that
I
despise
And
so
we
sit
alone
together
Soaking
up
our
lives
And
friends
that
never
were
That
didn't
care
That
never
found
the
timid
souls
inside
That
never
found
the
timid
souls
inside
We
see
the
buildings
Stark
against
the
sky
And
full
of
prying
eyes
and
rasping
tongues
And
cruel
words
and
harsh
goodbyes
And
yet
more
lies
And
yet
more
lies
The
world
above
is
stale
It
makes
me
choke
Till
hot
bile
rises
burning
throat
my
throat
The
lighter
sizzles
on
the
foil
And
I
inhale
And
fill
my
lungs
with
purifying
smoke
Back
to
nothing
and
gloom
Back
to
nothing
and
gloom
Life
is
the
shadows
of
an
empty
room
Back
to
nothing
and
gloom
Back
to
nothing
and
gloom
Life
is
the
shadows
of
an
empty
fucking
room
Rotting
voices
Golden
showers
Crack
and
Christ
And
ripped
up
hours
Wide
and
wild
the
world
devours
Wide
and
wild
the
world
devours
Rotting
voices
Golden
showers
Crack
and
Christ
And
ripped
up
hours
Wide
and
wild
the
world
devours
And
now
is
not
the
time
for
silver
flowers
And
now
is
not
the
time
for
silver
flowers
With
salt
skin
Chewed
glass
Cold
splinter
feet
This
soiled
love
is
rotting
to
that
sound
of
steel
A
naked
stink
squeals
for
more
meat
Sacred
as
sin
Crimson
winter
speaks
The
river
mud
plucks
out
shine
It
is
no
longer
ours
This
spluttered
current
spits
out
a
shiver
Channelled
down
westward
Drowning
out
the
stars
More
shards
of
condensed
night
As
we
stick
through
another
year
Our
plasma
pissing
tongues
of
wounds
Our
torn
skin
fucked
with
scabs
of
fear
Still
painting
sutured
angel
spines
Kiss
blisters
on
each
dying
arm
Jagged
minutes
asinine
Bitter
crystals
Febrile
calm
More
tracks
in
time
More
tracks
in
time
More
tracks
in
time
More
tracks
in
time
Clot
my
apologies
Clot
my
apologies
This
is
the
last
dull
muted
drip
of
dream
All
is
undone
These
hands
have
ripped
the
sky
Sliced
down
the
sun
This
is
the
last
dull
muted
drip
of
dream
All
is
undone
These
hands
have
ripped
the
sky
Sliced
down
the
sun
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