Conduits in a guarded hall
The millions of souls singing in unison
Of a similar silence of not fulfilling their vows
The music dances in the canopy of mosaic
Vicars garner sanguine spirits with a dance that sings
Old castles have inscriptions of the dead
And sagely spirits that haunt these very verses
Through these conduits run the blood of religion
Only the monks seem to be silent about it all

Searching for angels within demons
Listening for breaths from the mouths of the dead

Seeing sparks at the end of a dead wire
and light at the end of a tunnel

when all i'm ever looking at is a wall in a windowless room.

We were so right for each other,
like the sun
and the
moon,
but our timing was off,
and the sun had to rise too soon.

Success? Oh-**!
You can’t just dabble in it, boy.

You need to bathe with it.
Wash your hair in it.
Spread it on your sandwiches.

Buy expensive jewelry for it.
Name your firstborn after it.
Don’t let psychoanalysts talk you out of it.
Tell everyone you know you have it.
Jump when it says jump.

And remember, at night!
When you and success are alone,
never close your eyes
to make sure it doesn’t sneak off
to embrace someone
more successful than you.

lonely street lights
guide us home
show us the way
chilled to the bone

I wanna get out
out of this town
scream in the city
dance all around