Under the weight of a sleepless night, when all is silent

And all is dark, with no god to serve as suspect or scapegoat

I murmur murderous curses for a world that revels in its capacity to be brutal

The cruelest among us eat best, the sharpest teeth pull the most meat from the bone

The ghosts of moonlit lanes know my name. I’ve stalked

Them all before

Idle in stolen moments, hiding from the worlds hungry

Claws

In a blue moons full moon, in the splendor and rush

Beset by regret, let love gather dust

The savagery of revelry has left me pulled apart

Calling upon the siren songs to haunt a hardened heart

All the pretty sutures, bleeding fleeting futures

Through the curse and the mercy of wanderlust stupors

It all comes crashing down, like the heavens, like the waves

The muses have only proven that all beauty fades

Upon a bed of roses, upon a bed of nails

I’ve lost all of my loved ones to graves and betrayals

It seems to be, on nights like these, we’ve made a hell of earth, the very damnation we deserve

This is when we sit beside the graves we've dug