Slow City Burn Down

Shadow on my eye……
rounded like the moon…..
shadow on my eyes…..
rounded like the moons.

Singing in the black rooms, eyeing up the walls…
finding the exit through the , eyeing up the walls.

Home time, going home, end of the day end of the night, start of the morning
start again another night another end and another and another.

I’m helpless to the time,
helpless to the blackness I don’t even fight anymore,
I’m just moon time, shadow on my eyes,
moon time, sunlight breaking the dead,

“I’ve seen love make a fool of a man”
if I had anything to lose I wouldn’t go back either,
I have no rules, there is nothing in this room to rule,
I wouldn’t want to anyway, it irritates the world that exists outside.

Outside where I’d prefer to exist.

Something worth ruling something worth anything.