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Sprayed red again,

Strayed and Neutered

without a home to go home to,

in these blackened hallways

all across these starlit rooms

you're raising interest

in the eyes that focus on you

Now where do we go from here I wonder?

What lies ahead?

Is the road stone?

Can't say for sure except that

I just don't know.

The blood is drawn

now that hands shake endless

we can surmise

that in our hearts we burn down slowly

but as you come in to view we see

you're the same second-hand vulture

we always knew you to be

Can't you just try

to fight this vile side?

When red falls around you

and the sound begins to drop out

is it instinct or reaction?

I'm compelled to choose I'm afraid.

I'm always that way.

When we were

much too young

we took steps

from growing colder

but being young

and without counsel

we accepted

his bargain

Burning slow

we're homefires

without water,

Sons and daughters

of memory,

sooner or later

we'll all recede

back to the deck

undrawn

Tasteless in the days to come

unpredictable

unquenchable

heads or tails

you call it