There are ghosts in every corner
Tapping holes into their faces with their
Broken fingernails
This is a place where when the stars come down
They change their course and keep
The sideways dark
Look out the light
Will make you blind
And the holes keep growing bigger
The skin around the edges chapped and raw
The mouths below grotesque with screaming
Never and regret
The hands of god are softly, sweetly
Masturbating to the sight.
