Children of the Night Soil

They're crawling all over my mind.
Sunrise.
They're crawling all out of my mind.
Sunrise.
There's only so much advantage for the taking.
I've been buried here for years.
For I am dripping with stars.
Once golden shower of sparks pouring in and out;
Shattering every dancing synapse.
Infiltrating the bored holes in my skull.
I just need a little nail to alleviate the pressure.
If only they'd oblige me.
Sunrise?
Not-so-super-nova.
Do let me know when it's all over.
I just can't take the joke.
It went over my head.
It went through my head.
Once, twice, thrice, sunrise!
But it would not take my thoughts away.
They couldn't wash my brain; it crackled, yeah, with all that static.
Syrup of thoughts of malaise.
Had to settle for being picked clean by vaudeville vultures in the final laundrette of the soul.
Didn't want the ticket out of here.
Couldn't see the fucking point in running.
Gunning for the six foot hole.
Forever chasing tales only to bury a hammer in the shattered beauty of their lies.
It's all untruth dancing behind the eyes.
I could feel them all jostling against my retina.
I tried to blink them all away.
They are going nowhere.
They form a thick string of drool consuming my everything.
They hermetically seal my tomb.
My eyes my tomb.
My skull my tomb.
Roll this curse away.
Only way out is putrefaction.
Then I can run away with myself.
Gelatinously.
As my old friend gravity dictates I can go any way I please...
To run through the runnels...
Just as long as it's down.
Coagulating, south bound.
Far from the sun.