jaded

(drum rolllllll, cymballlll clashhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)



wool over her eyes

sheep over her bed

literate with numbers

head aching the spread



of mistrust all around

shadows fill the ground

illuminated silhouette

where wolves bleat souls



against a miserable moon

in a bitter rebel heart

reluctant sonnet swoons

the spirit of the dark



no wonder in the fear

just welcome in relapse

at the crossroad of the deer

the headlight will not back



the system of the down

where marrow paves the ground

and all around the western

lies the remnant of a town



re-engineered by bombs

in the battle of the drums

against the railroad of the will

and the train car of the guns



where we run away tonight

in the citadel of pain

and the only thing she trusts

is the infidel of flight.