A baby talked to me,
Whispered from beneath my skin.
Asking to not be killed again.
But I didn’t listen.
I answered the question,
Before I even knew what it was about.

Walk behind the shadow,
Where the light begins again.
The sun reaches over,
To greet you on the other side.
Feel the warmth,
Then see the dark,
From the object you’re behind.

Sun carved silhouettes,
Darkness from light.
Things that grow,
In the shadow.
Crawl out in the night.

A vampire bloodgasm in the shower,
They hide the body in the mist.
As the fog begins to clear,
The water washes the blood away,
With “help” written on the bathroom mirror!

Cut off God’s thirteenth finger,
It brings the world bad luck.

At the supper of the twelve,
It traded life with a kiss on the cheek!
A tree held a rope for it,
So it could trade the life back!

Number thirteen of the twelve,
Died in a non-existent hotel room.

The dead speak tales of the one,
Who’s kiss killed the sun.
Blew out the world’s candle,
And slaughtered god’s cattle.
Loaded three long nights into a gun...
And pulled the trigger!

Swaying to the sails,
As the ocean wind blows in all directions.
Expanded,
Over an ocean of whales.
As they ascend,
You ride them to the sunset,
And set in the sun,
Rising in the morning,
To spread across the ocean.
Like the yoke from an egg,
You hatch into a new life.
The embryo from the sun,
Running down the coastline waves.
To touch every soul down there,
Except for the ones in their caves.