Blue Objects

Watching We let it feed and crawl Back and forth In between the lamp and the doorframe Taunting, ripping, wretched ilk Composure empty Slipping, bleeding Crying no Non-corporeal sick inferno Rotting in New Orleans swamp Why me Speaking your fear And it's toll Losing acceptance Death is here From the day til Sundown Lord take me up I've sat in this Long enough Stockpile with knifes Ridding of elaborate truth, and Let your skin dry Screeching in flora and fauna Lies spawn The devil sells Flying all over The ceiling and the carpet I can't sleep Or they'll kill me I said "I don't know If I love you" It hurt because it was real Reach the long reed Let me feel it Tied to a chair His hands, they shake Reconciliation Seems so, distant