Post Title... Post Rhyme...

Death is in debt to beauty

Who has taken a room at the hotel ruby

She thinks the weather is fine

But it's only a matter of time

Before the clouds turn the colour of coal

And the mood falls into a dark hole

But we still have a moment

To sit on the sill and lament

The war between the birds and the beasts

Ultimately won by the man who eats

The soldiers and generals from both sides

And sleeps with the feathers and hides

Here come on take my palm

And hold it where it your heart makes it warm

My mind dwells on these places

Like one finish for one hundred races

And the machine will construct 

But the cranes are all fucked

So the ground is swallowed by the swell

It's a momentary glance into hell

And if we kneel before the view

Maybe one will fall into two

All the horses are racing for the greyhounds

And the angels are locked in the pounds

Somewhere I can hear a door hinge squeal

Like an axis and its rusted wheel

It must mean that the farms are all aflame

And the kids are ruthless, and the same

So I guess we could jump, sing or sink

Or maybe we could swim what d'you think?

The flowers are all dead upon their stalks

Still in the air like the hunting hawks

And as the tempo rises I think of the way

That we had to make to where we would lay

Where the echoes captured the songs best part

But the detective had written it all up on his chart

And the doctor promised to avenge the dead

But he refused to listen to my voice in his dead

So for days there was peace at night

And for such a time there was dark then light

(If you opened the door what would you see?

What do you think would lay behind the notion of now?

Everything is nonsense, everything is real

It's a pleasure, a real honour, now I have to go and burn everything to the ground)