After dark's swollen eye opens upon us
the scattered light bleeds our souls into graves
the steadfast dead, an audience for eternity
we play our songs for no payment to the ferryman
The littered water's refractions take no second look
Their ripples reward walls, their faces luminescent
Mutations stalking will seeming prevelant
We sell our souls for no payment to the ferryman
Tin-plated angels, compilated past unfounded
Regret of 60 years finally sounded
Stattered, stuck sorry breaking state
beyond time and behind the mask of fate
my endearments consolation to collapse
the folding, golden temperament must relapse
Feb 5, 2006
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