Tonight we dress in suitsTonight we roam the streets
Like civilized werewolves.
We’ll drain the night of its perfume
We’ll drown our memories of youth
Like time machines; we’ll wither through.
They’ll burn our trails
They’ll thrash our tombs
Like vandals they’ll come; pour salt on our wounds.
The earth will shelter
The sky will weep
The sea take us into the soothing deep.
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