An Allergy to Sun
White light, Sunrise, landslides
basement walls, bright light, bright eyes despise
these phone calls. I'm laying in bed all alone in the dark,
mourning pictures of a brown haired boy with a smile.
I'm alone in my room, I'm alone in a crowd,
boarding up the doors and windows
to keep me in - to keep you out.
Curse of Chiroptera, curse of the night eyes
life subterranean until my mouth dries.
Lurk living lonely, lurk living alone.
Blades, shovels and black duct tape at least
until the sun is shown - oh yeah and you can find the
footprints in the morning. and you can kill it sleeping-
in the morning..
You can kill it while it sleeps,
silent vigils for my heart beat,
a lit candle for hope is all I keep
a child's funeral at which I weep,
and you can turn the lights out as you're leaving