Our phosphorescent tongues flick in silent procession
As heralds of the coming Hell
And they're screaming in the night, empty bottles, broken glasses
"God, where have you gone?"
And coursing through our veins, the drug gives us meaning
Animates our limbs and arteries; our hearts beat as one
In the pitch black of this artificial winter
We're feeling through the dust that fills our lungs
For something tangible, something we can touch, feel, and stain
The mushrooming pyre rising in the distance
Our eyes hope to clear for just an instant
A second more
Let me see the way your face could break
Let me trace the lines of worry and defeat
Know the weary skin that once was beautiful
Before we forgot to be
Giving up
Oh, God, where is my pillar?
Where is my fire by night?
Your perfect eyes shine catlike, level with the horizon
And with feline ubiquity, you survive (and so will I)
I will be with you always
Forever and a day
My face will haunt your grave
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