Golden Antlers

Look at this poor boy

All dressed up in white

Now how can he smile

With a face of all eyes

He wanders the night

Through smears and words snide

Spinning round and round

His precious mind

Like dizzy neon lights

Can anybody find out

Any other way

It’s choking up his throat now

And dripping out his mouth

Like liquefied dying sparks

Like burning butterflies

These creatures are vampires

They’re killing by the night

They’re falling from the dead trees

To silhouette your life

He sees this white face

Brains lit grey and cold

Trees grow in their throats

And crystals ignored

His cellophane mask has filled up with smoke

Look through the holes in his eyes

And see his red righteous soul

Can anybody find out

Any other way

It’s choking up his throat now

And dripping out his mouth

These creatures are vampires

They’re killing by the night

They’re hanging from the dead trees

Like burning butterflies