Oh the night is cold, do you hear the cawing crows atop the
Broken posts? Pale flickering lights
The disappearing road outlines a putrid glow that irritates
Your nose and fogs your red eyes

Which see an angel on the canopy
Holding dearly to an elegy

Look, there’s a broken soul trying to sell some gold to every
Desperate girl who thinks he might bite
Lips of a royal toad drip hyaluronic mold
It turns into a pearl she keeps out of spite

As if it holds an everlasting glee
A sewn dried mouthed Calliope

But when it starts to snow in sharp white bitter blows
Cool cats form a row for the next line
Now, every John and Jane Doe reaching their highest low
Well, then I suppose, they’re dying to die
But in the end we know that when life takes its toll to plough
And to sow hearts from the unkind
From all the shit it grows, and it’s beautiful
The rotten lotus blossoms in the night