Old Rope

This place is for people who like the way down

we are the hollow men leaning together

old men wringing our minds of thought

the world never had so many moving parts

that sought form

there is something about this place

it seduces me

sagged in ruin a rope around my neck

around my feet like concrete it drains away

that drug that final moment like concrete

the skeleton of life that drug like concrete

we have been sucking up the vapours for aeons

the universal decay that contaminant destroys us all

trying to find a voice for the agony the corrosion

what is this new terror? it will make corpses of us all

rub your hands not in fear but in the knowledge that…

many are the hands that dig my grave tonight