Daniele&Co

Immortality


 Vacate is the word...vengeance has no place so near to herCannot find a comfort in this worldArtificial tear...vessel stabbed...next up, volunteersVulnerable, wisdom can't adhere...A truant finds home...and a wish to hold on...But there's a trapdoor in the sun...immortality...As privileged as a whore...victims in demand for public showSwept out through the cracks beneath the doorHolier than thou, how?Surrendered...executed anyhowScrawl dissolved, cigar box on the floor...A truant finds home...and a wish to hold on, to...But saw the trapdoor in the sun...Immortality...I cannot stop the thought...of running in the dark...Coming up a which way sign...all good truants must decide...Oh, stripped and sold, mom...(auctioned forearm)...And whiskers in the sink...Truants move on...cannot stay longSome die just to live...Ohh...