Make a scene, lighting up like
Tissue paper set ablaze in the bathroom sink.
Let’s drink to that:
Devils and black magic,
Bad habits that
Cling on and on.
We haven’t all the time in the world,
Let’s break down into each other’s arms and cry.
Let’s have a million little deaths and then
Let’s toast to that:
Head butting that rattles wet eyeballs in the sockets.
Prick our fingers and
Write our wishes out, red and deadly,
For all to see.
Let’s howl like jackals, mad and cracked,
Just trying to make our way through the dark.