THE DEAD OF NIGHT

streams of day creep back in
drives away the nights already forgiven sin
footsteps greet the street
happy voices start to migrate
past drains dry and dusty
empty cans where dreams were lusty
cigarette butts frame the doorways
heavens glory push on by

front row seats to watch me cry
its no charge
freedom hangs on the ropes only choice
i shave my scalp
just to check nothings leaking out
then you breath in that shout
a memorys sandy print

i watch you breathing in
i watch you breathing out
i watch you breathing in