goodbye was always easy

The jester has

your number.

Please,

please,

pretty please

Black hole soul

tonight could be the

night

of

nights

They know the raw kiss of death

I always dream of ghosts

Your will can make you whole.

Even a boorish drunkard poet

has some shadow-stained song

to trust us with.

you

Let no one believe I am a liar.

Every crypt I see is too quiet.

Black hole hearts screaming with

red moon fever

I would give up one eye to know

if lightning has only one need

Drinking doubles with god

will do this to you.

Lover to nothing

I am drunk as I drink

I almost let go in a world between

spirit

and

form

Worked dead.