It's a cold bitter pill
When your left alone
To thrills. Thrills only
Creatures at night will
Understand. We've turned
Weird. Asking hand to hand
For money instead of
To share.











We've fondled the devil's head




And we wonder why all the years we did sigh
When our coffins were Inked of misery\
From the misdeeds we have fed.

Lying in a bed
Of peccadilloes turned to imposing poundage.
Only to have died
Long ago.