Lost to the calling of angels
no sanctuary
for such
as we
cast in the guises of demons
for us
there is no
victory.

We wander the darkness
in blindness
we dress in the finest of rags
we steal when we need it and
when we feel like it
steal it.

Who rings the bells on the sabbath
when the dead do not rise until nine
who rings the bells in this sadness
when this darkness shall last for all time.