in a bathtub full of cigarette butts
you feel the cuts from where the what happened was
the tiles clean
the main scenes agleam
serene
the way it'd been flossed in between
so many wished evade desire
the smoldering questions start a fire
a breeding fawn bleeds slowly on
the withering cactus on the lawn
though not too far
beneath the moon
would the dark's ending begin soon
and the same **** thing when the owl sings
at the wingless being only he sees

because the right thing never mattered too much
as another lost friendship fuels a crutch
stare from square one
and request a redo
glare at a scared son
for what he can see through
turn the light out now
if you need to
and open up wider
while i feed you.