I end my nights in racket
with my only comfort in
what some call screams.
Please sing my lullaby
in deft of tones that
blind rats of the sky. I see
Serenity in car crashes
and my head lies with ease,
please sir please, let the
sweet chaos sway my cradle.
To bring me to where
dreams fool even the wisest ass
and let floor boards rumble.
in great calamity. I've seen
the ones who stumble
deep in opaque ravine
but I'm no better, just
another drifter trying find
a good place to lay
Just wish i could find
a place where the ghosts
shake my rafters
to help me catch z's.