So it only rains on tin

Love songs scrawled on toilet walls
epitaph tattoos
like sunsets become fucking used
thanks are stolen by the truth of the ocean
and me this light in darkest sight
love songs drift on frozen sheeted snow-filled wombs

Green and brown this painted sound
seated Cemetary thrones
grown from granite marble gowns

over my head in slashed and bruised skin
someone has brought the shrouds back in
and rain is drumming
under the tin
smile and I sin
step and break
yet im always
running too late