Death Drive

On silent nights I hear them gasp round in circles still...

Mucous ghosts that slip the eye to breach the window seal,

Cheat the alcohol fumes perhaps, to masks that dry on walls?

The many worry the few weep, all in emptying halls.

Be I damned as sure I'd sworn, to serve by those next door-

Forget the homeless that scrounge the 'scapes or those in lands much poor!

Like in times forget I there was my own sinking with me;

Such is silence of the steel-eyed stare on ceilings stationary.

Regard the solemnly ways that be and so in vain we fight,

To tire tangled o' far worse whilst children trace lines of flight,

And smiles wear as anatomies shift, creats of drive but we are;

Whose faceless leers in masks they hide, o' lest they rush ajar...

'Tis here escapades close, 'tis now on the break of day,

On the wind's wake shall the rains rinse sins of yesterday,

Down on ghastly grounds that reek of a thousand corpses stray;

To godless streets whence workers sleep dreams of sweet escape.