Zed and Two Naughts

I'm not breathing any better

Mallets crack with every grin

I hear the scraping plea of branches

Against my broken window

I won't let you in

The silhouette holds me under

Can't poke me with these pins

Flotsam drip of nectar

Nexus bean sprouting

When she says

Saint Christopher

Don't go wandering

With noone left to save

Cause noone's at the wheel

Saint Christopher

Antidote claps with thunder

From a gash of staple rain

This bed will never rest you

The answers in the sermons

I won't let you in

The stoking fits the crowning

A wasted gust of kin

Repulsion turns to nectar

When the pigment leaves the body

When she says

Saint Christopher

Don't go wandering

With noone left to save

Cause noone's at the wheel

Saint Christopher

Lastborn prey and firstborn caught

Crawling like an animal

Hold your breath its feeding time

In this zed and two naughts

Painted a fulcrum of caves

Piled with dreams of

Phantom masses made of pastures

Labyrinths turning, cystic maze

I've been hanging wreaths of cancer

On every door where children sing

Watch it all blister

Saint Christopher

Don't go wandering

With noone left to save

Cause noone's at the wheel

Saint Christopher