I. You know what it’s like
It’s the carpet pulled away
It’s the hole beneath
II. Smile, smile, you’ve got to
If the truth is smirking at you
It’s the truth you’ve known
III. Draped over your skin
An abysmal sour void drips
Insecurities
IV. As the fog rolls in
Your breath comes out steam, pushing
Cloud into more cloud
V. Your breath and the fog
Watch you. Ships pull in to dock
Their ghoulish noses
VI. A loose mooring rope
Stray ship’s vein, searching the fog
For all the lost blood
VII. Good, you’re on board. Some-
Where beneath you, hot pistons
Swing furiously.