You need light to see
She said to me
As I turned it off
To make this seem
A little less obscene
A little less just me
Making just another scene
And a little more a combination
Of ***** chores
And confirmation
Of spent canteens
Left in the street
For the city to sweep
Away in the morning
One day every week
Like I've been
Swept downstream
By these drips of mourning
I wept down cheeks
That are red
From the heat
That replaced the cold
Till I couldn't even eat
Or brush my teeth
No matter how many
Times the hatter
Told me your matter
Was really gold
Not just gore
And blood spatter
For the reaper to reap
And serve on a platter
To all the sheep.