Give me the keys,
Oh, give them to me!
I want to sleep outside,
Even though it's cold
And damned DARK out there.
I can't sweat and fret here
Under this unfeeling, stubborn daze.
The unheard, wandering voice yells again.
Both my feet are long dead now,
Their static, odious carcasses
Lying flat on a round table
Reduced to mere
Brown, black laced leather,
Smelling of grass, charcoal, dust.
I swallowed up the poison of life
Of my own accord!
Let my cough bleed out this night.
Keep intact all your sound.
Stay inside,
Help me sleep outside!