Darker than the nights
in September
As I swallow my cries
down with
these pills and Old Ale

The lurking shadows creep
and dance
I see a friend in mine
curtsy and
dance til my knees turn blue

My lips chapped and I kiss
my reflection
Pale and Blue lying on
the floor
Held by vines of desolation

Throw me in Bedlam where I
will sleep
When delusion is put to use
and my soul
Put to rest.