Savour every moment of this thin night air.
You’ll need some motive to fall back on once we clear our heads of the smoke in this room.
Bring peace to your maker, you’re not letting him down.

Chew your tongue till the blood spouts like a river set loose on the ghost town.
Keep still, this night is young and black as my desire, I only dream of the forest’s musk on my neck.
Let’s run, we’re animals and this darkened earth is our backyard.