They came at dawn, around 5 maybe 6, but the time didn't really matter. It only mattered that they came.
What year was it? I think it was, I don't know, I don't really want to remember...can you tell me?
No, you can't.
I can though, but besides the time let me tell you about the who.
There was a lullaby mind I made, someone that had a thousand and one ideas with red flares for eyes and sky rockets for brains.
I used to be see such fury
And be
Excited about it, but now -
Arduous.

Why?

I see the dirt in the rinds of oranges
And the creases
Of cloudes
The folds of Jesus's eyelides
And the sighing breath,
Of money's last game.

Tell me something to believe in.
Tell me someone to believe in.
Tell me something to believe in

Other than myself

Other than the one
I need to

Survive.

I can't be it.

I can't be.