Ruiner Of Life

When hands meet here, skin forms. from tube through skin

and from my mouth. you're all painted and dressed up for

confusion this in all ends. meet complications to devices

I bow my head, just to pretend to know a thing or two

about a prayer. in horrible deaths we lay, just to lay

for peace, and just to say goodnight, and then we finally

sleep. but how can I sleep with the sound of hooves

coming up the stairs.