Broken and in dark health
The world dragged me behind it
Like a bundle of soiled rags
I submerged my ace in the shadow
And listened to the thoughts of monsters
– That flew on arrows of dust and fire
The lift shaft of forgetfulness
Sucked me down into the pit
My eyes became elongated eggs
So many songs broke into my heart
Like an orchestra crashing into rocks
And being washed out into the trough
Then in the early morning, I would awake to find myself alone
Travelling through the night on the number 15 bus
