Leave This Place

Dark wing In the night Flying towards The moon Tis’ but a demon Upon it’s way Makeup on the counter Teeth in my drink Powder by the faucet Canned roaches Don’t run or skitter They fly in the night A white wing in my hand A gun upon my soul Snapshots of posters Rotting on a train Rumbling through a vision Of coyotes and dogs that bite Waiting for a dungeon Damp and dreary Chains around my heart I can’t leave this place Now I can’t leave this place tonight.