Miasmal Smoke & the Yellow Bellied Freaks

Wintersleep
Donated her eyes
When she was young and shy
Hated her awkward breasts
And filled the yawning skylines
With care
Set sweet
To hear existent beat
To hold the tangible
And drifting ever so gently sifting
Summer sky
Donated her eyes
Donated her eyes
To feel her actual senses
So sweet 16
To feel what life was like
Donated her eyes
To feel life as she imagined it
Go back to sleep
You yellowed-bellied freaks
Afraid of God and modern science
Go back to sleep
If I could only sleep
If I could stop imagining
If my dreams weren't after me
Through piss and sweaty blankets
The deafening hum of some great silence
The jingle jangling heat
The strangling sheets, terrible and fucking meaningless