To stay awake at night
to roam the solemn land
to be bitter and bright
and to know where you stand.

The marrow of the heart
the flesh around the eyes
to be better and start
a new life without ties.

Rapture within madness,
transfixness of the soul,
to sleep in forgivness
and to roll

out of this hole in the sky
where dark angels do sing,
in violet they pry
under dark wing.

So stand up and go down
the loin down which you crawled
and live but in a frown
like a doll.

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