we stand out here waiting for mourning to come
in the rain and in chinatown-
i want to be a child of the darkness
puddles of hair dye
draped in black
hair black clothes and cruelty-free shoes
i scream until my knees break for minutes
burial shoruds and skin that never sees the sun
tight ass
smiling at me
sometimes i ask what is wrong with me
i want to peel off my eyelids
my mahal,
we were destined to rule the world-
we will be children of the dark
my throat carries soot of a thousand songs
and my wrists spell these words:
"passion bartered for martyrdom
all the wood in the world couldn't stop pinnochio from carving his own cross
while hypocrisy writes its grand opus
our stage builds a monument to shit
this once meant something
but i guess
when i look at these past four years
all i see is night."