Stacking splinters in the skin,
Pervasive shards to chase the heart,
Daggers
While vinyl drips into the air
Warren Zevon
Werewolves in the night
Animalistic pleasures
poured thick with the poison
We are fallen gods,
ancestors of Prometheus rediscovering fire
just to set the city ablaze
Acoustic tunes strum the shadows,
forcing the flickering souls to dance
And the fire burns
Red, White and Young
In spite of the ageing darkness