this waste of life, this waste of flesh
these horrible voices inside my head
push me downward, full of tears
this endless misery of years and years

until I drip with sweet dissolution
an imminent voice of pure confusion
calls me, hollering, beckoning, calling
cutting my eyes with the light that's blinding

voices and tears of years before
clash and shatter here on the floor
the incessant impending darkness of grief
are a vampire's blood and eyes and teeth

faces of happiness circle round
all wonders and wishes soon to be drowned
by the animals crying 
they're crying aloud

corners torn off blackened photographs
the clown stirs in his sleep, and laughs
laughs and screams and can't stop to breathe
he falls on the bed, unable to see

dripping on the walls, the colour of red
candles are burning at the foot of the bed
an aged man lays their motionless, silent
flesh crumbling away from a man so violent

this lonely, deteriorating body is still
unable to change, unable to feel
the haunting sound of his last, final breath
echoes through the corridors, mimicking death

and still I cry and lie awake
scared and lonely, filled with hate
pushed aside for years to come
only to pull me till I come undone

			fuchsia