no stars out tonight
and wishes are falling all around me deflected
by the clouds and falling and he is three steps behind me no
three steps ahead no
where
and i stop to listen and
do you hear the distant drums singing a song of angry men
and his hand is at my throat and i wouldn't be here if you didn't ask for me he says
and no i say who are you i say and then there is no sound
no drum
no wishes falling
just his hand at my throat and then down
and down to the ground and then the cackle of ten thousand madmen ringing in my head
and then i am three steps behind you no
three steps ahead and your hand is at my throat
and no i say and i know you you say
and the cackle of ten thousand madmen
and i am no one i say there is nothing to know