THE VENOM 

Like the seconds after a door slams everything seemed written in lower case.

There's too much mining done here lately.

Hated days, sign and date nothing.

Let's at least humor tradition:

You be the beat, I'll be the creature laughing.

You shiver, I'll keep the plan simple.

We are a room without a floor, firefly lit.

We are damage, a tower about to fall from the sky.

If every name needs to be rescued from itself then it is so nice of you, darling, to bring me to my knees.