Bum

This night will be remembered with no importance at all
Never remembered as the night of my fall
When she was not by my side
No where to confide
Creep through my vains
Down. Down. Down.



Clock bells strike midnight
Funeral proceedings
Bum. Bum. Bum. Bum.
The end of my needing



Lights in the sky
Most likely a lie
Not a new thing for me
To be, to be, to be



Long night go crazy into mornings of doom
The world is spinning fast. Fast. FAST.
Freeze me in time
Fine dine of ghost



Give me nothing
And I’ll be satisfied
Gifts I don’t receive
Faces denied



I look to ceiling
I look to the wall
I look to the floor
With no importance at all.