The standing bricks and blue-grey faces smile
I hear death outside

It was our final ride
And I saw the blue-grey faces for what they really were:

Sad, careless, and abandoned,
Glossened with luminous inquiry

Darkness helps me think
So I can shrink into my own room of thought
So I can unlayer

The feeling of losing control
Is as harmless as love

When push comes to shove,

My bricks will no longer stand
And my face will be, only grey