the stars are all strays

glowing eyes of sly hunters

feral is each night

babies burned alive 

to bury old men in gold

statues of the bomb

rhythms of decay

a knocking in the graveyard 

dead bodies dancing

my eyes burst open 

pierce the room looking for dreams 

so swiftly, escaped 

peasants ascend hills 

climb them with kings on their backs

knocked back down by thrones

in the cocktail of life

music has always been my favorite mixer

and i have always known

that you have to drink up

because the ice is melting 

leering stares of death

focused, ever-present gaze

never looks away