Revacholian Graffiti

Colors peeled from the face of god

Melting over your bedroom door eyes 

The insignificance of the walls you paint over

Mull the boot prints you kicked in a year ago

The stench of liquor and bleach rises to your tongue, and with it

An ungodly headache

Our limbed and headed machines of undignified pain and suffering 

Start up again

It wants to walk the seawall

Sounding the collective bells never won

Winging webbed lies across the coast

Starving

Dying to loathe death you float here

Not willing to accept anything new

But a sensation creeps up on you 

Reaching 

Black Lodge follows you to bed

You choke on every word said

Better to say it now sooner than later

Dancing to disco music

Colors peeled from your skin

And you wonder why can't you stop running

Falling as your dead relatives do

We're crawling on our knees again to swallow water

Begging for this sleep to be the last

You'll see we're all the same one day