when the mist of the morning falls
a silence calls from the faith
baying at the window of my wondering
everything is
faded, growing near to the ground
hiding in a corner of the doorway
the light is the fear of the shadow
near the leaves where
the locust leaps
the spider's under the streets
in her catacomb museum
her lovers' mausoleum
with the kiss of the killing
doors
the darkness creeps down the stairs of my vision and I feel the walls inside
I feel someone inside me now
everything is
faded, growing near to the ground
hiding in a corner of the doorway
shadow of the world
a field of locust swarming down
again
a field of locust swarming down
now the jackals of the nightmare
lay at the feet of the lunatics
hands through the
dark are crawling over me
shadow of the world
a field of locust swarming down again
a field of locust swarming down
a field of
locust swarming down again
a field of locust swarming down