...to Black...

Tonight the moon is absent
But blind neons attire
The aimless finding trail in the dark
My streets have gone to black
This very Pepsi poster
At once she held me back
Remember every mouche a la gras
As run away to black
She run away to black

In straight canal a boatman elf
Can see from paper made
In leaden cloak with heavenly face
A candle gives the black
Of tears so drawn to black

Tonight my wish is absent
A gnome stays in my mac
And cries inside by purple primies
My blood's of ghost and black
I'm going to black