I shed people, sheets of rain
You're stories and lies

Adroit little beggar of crumbs
As I become.

A rock, a drop of liquid silver
Mercury's wings are on my heels.

Was there ever a better day to do this?
Would the time erase the flood.

I'm running to you again
And you reach out your foot.

Falling is always a destination.
Falling is abrupt, and ******.

And the vampyre in me stays down for the count
And sips the nectar of Gods.