A window on the second story

Cadet, cosmonaut heights

And thick, wet sludge

Oozes from skin, melting bone

Dazed, jaded eyes from on above

Creatures writhing in still seas

Iron lung coughs a new disease

The world in silent eyes

In bereft city scape the sleeping lie

Melting steel structures broken raw

The last dim lit train through concrete maw

She moves her lips

Shuts her eyes

It’s craving

It’s moving

It’s pain

It’s purpose

A dark silhouette cast in blue moonlight

Sirens cry through endless night

Wandering clay in search of sensation

The train has arrived at the station

The train has arrived at the station

We drift together in space behind skulls

Through endless blue, orange, pink

The dark circles and yellow skin

A pale yesterday as tomorrow begins

The seas sat still

The sky tears, bleeds blackest ink

She weeps,

She weeps

In blue midnight streak

And sinks

Stains dripped on empty streets

A labored death on leather seats

The universe in tiny eyes

Clouded in smog coated mechanical lives

To rid the self of the disease

Writhing in silent, still seas

The moon sets in gray tainted night

Melting souls gather around disintegrating light

Yet surrounded in desolate loneliness

Collected in a pool of stillness

She lets go,

She lets go

And falls in the fire