Light Leaves, Dark Sees Pt. II

I part the curtains of your hair

And all the light of the sun floods the room, poured from your sleepy stare

2 seconds each morning without fail

Before I enter the abattoir to see my insides hanging there

But they request that I leave 'cause my sad eyes are too much to bear

When the light leaves, then the dark sees

Your hands to your hips now: 2 swan necks

Curl between pelvis with stretchmarks and shoulders with these freckle flecks

The pain of the silence before bed

Oh for the sound of your pissing through the thin walls, or stroking your head

But for the shadows and doom and the sorrow we seem to have bred

When the light leaves, then the dark sees