In grasp of black light syndrome
One might find himself
Entombed
Within the world where darkness reigns
Over all
And the time we call day is a mere
Gap in the night
The way home seems
Winding and
Treacherous as a snake now
Doesn't it?
Look closer
Stars reflect off the eyes
Of the pyramid
Coin-operated inconsistency
Cold hearts nurse
Aching wounds
Find it
Find it
It's there
They're there
Time sifts
As a paradox in the devil's playground
Bright lights turn grey
Seamless sleep kicks you out
The bedroom door
She'll be waiting
So forth l'via
L'viaquez no dejes de descansar
The gap yawns as burning suns
Blind and
And...
Light?
Simply complacent spark of metacarpi
No more.