Till my head into the ground
Make my heartbeat
Loud
No sound
Give my money to the deaf-blind
Heat-readers found in the shrunken alleyways
Beneath the old red sky

Fund me a place to rest for when I die
And I'll be at peace
For a while
Take my clean sheet and ink it
Greet my misdemeanours with applause
And discontent
Find me a bed to rest in
and a holy box
To confess in
And I'll be rent,
Two men in one

Hate blatantly inflates states of irate behaviour.
Clearly fear steers us here, merely waiting for a saviour
Arguably part of me's hardly free but restricted
Locked, blocked, stocked up with the convicted
My faded days played, staked on phased wheel-spins
Forlorn, worn, adorned and warmed by my real sins

Capitulate my emotional dependency
For men in black ties who'd seek
My impeachment
A devalued currency still has worth as a trinket
And no philosophy is hollow til you overthink it

Greed
Leave me motionless
Test my eyesight slowly
Lowly do I come, pleading
Asking you or at least someone to need me
You're distant though
Fading.

Father me.
I'd rather be raised by too many dads
than not enough
Rather be overwhelmed by inspiration
than find creating tough

Till my head into the ground
Make
Make my heartbeat
My
Loud
No sound
Heartbeat
Give my money
Loud
to the deaf-blind
Heat-readers found
No sound
in the shrunken alleyways
Beneath the old red sky